I am not sure what’s braver, to be strong in the face of
heartbreak or to be weak in the midst of love?
I have experienced the former; currently I am in the latter.
I realized how perfectly okay I was with being single when a
friend of mine belted out loudly while I was delivering a speech at another
friend’s engagement “SHE’S SINGLE!” The fact that it also happened to be around
my ex’s family, friends and his wife, really made no difference to me; yes I am
single, but I didn’t cringe in defeat, I embraced it like a victory- I am single
but I am happy.
Then it hit me: After being single for a while, being in love is an act of
bravery.
I don’t say this out of self-wallowing, I say it out of
self-realization that I have become so comfortable in my single ways that
anything that rocks this boat, I just want to throw overboard- or at least
steer the boat to calmer waters and at my own pace.
I have become selectively available and blissfully
introverted. I manage to write things off swiftly, and turn the page quickly… I
don’t let things anchor me down, and I have no addiction to my phone- and in
our day and age that’s a telling sign.
But... and here is the honest truth: I love love… and I know
at the right time I will allow the boat to be rocked, I will be traveling with
phone battery juicers and I will be writing about how wonderful life is when “he’s”
around- and I will be the “braveheart” in
the midst of love once again.
