I asked questions I hadn't let myself ask before: It wasn't until I wrote the last sentence of the first draft of my first novel, something I'd wanted to do for years, that I looked around and realized what I had done: I'd been alone for over two years and I was more than okay with it.But in fact, I wasn't alone: I was essentially dating myself and we were about each other.I was single for 25 years straight before I met my X. The events behind the first two sentences alone are enough for me to write a book!
I'd only watched them because someone I was dating liked them.I spent so much time convincing myself that specific traits and interests were more appealing - being apathetic and liking only a certain kind of music - that I was ignoring what I actually liked: being excited and enthusiastic, being ecclectic, having a general love of life.I started listening to pop music again for the first time in years (I gave it up because I was embarrassed about my "guilty pleasures").One of the things I learned is the importance of dating yourself.Whether you are single or dating, knowing how to truly take care of yourself is the ultimate mark of a true woman. Spend time doing things that relax and rejuvinate you. When you spend time doing the things that make you happy, it helps you realize that you are worthy of happiness!