Okay, so I’ve been thinking a lot about this whole “single women after 30” thing lately. It’s like, everywhere you look, there’s some article or some nosy aunt asking, “Why are you still single?” So, I decided to, like, really look at it, my own way, you know?
First, I tossed out all those dumb magazines. You know the ones – “Find Your Man in 30 Days!” and “Is Your Biological Clock Ticking?” Seriously, garbage. They just make you feel bad.
My Little Experiment
Then, I started paying more attention to, well, me. What do I actually want? Not what society says I should want, but what I want. It was kinda scary at first, because I realized I’d been so focused on “finding someone” that I’d kind of forgotten about, you know, living.
So, I made a list. A “What Makes Me Happy” list. Sounds cheesy, I know, but it helped. It had stuff like:
- Trying new restaurants (even if I go alone!).
- Taking that pottery class I’d always put off.
- Spending a whole Sunday reading without feeling guilty.
- Going to a movie I want to see without it will bore anyone
- Booking a weekend trip, just because.
And you know what? I started doing those things. I signed up for the pottery class (it’s messy but SO fun). I booked a solo trip to the beach (best decision ever). And I went out to a new sushi place by myself, and guess what? I had a great time!
It’s not like I suddenly became a different person. I still have moments of, “Ugh, wouldn’t it be nice to have someone to share this with?” But now, it’s not this overwhelming pressure. It’s more like, “Yeah, that would be cool, but I’m also pretty happy doing my thing.”
The biggest thing I realized is that being single after 30 isn’t some kind of failure. It’s just…life. And life can be pretty awesome, no matter your relationship status. It’s all about figuring out what makes you happy and going for it. Still working on it, of course, but it feels a whole lot better than following some dumb magazine’s advice.
