Chances are, you’re a lot like me. You probably have a good job with a live-able salary, a closet (and hallway) teeming with shoes, and on the not-so-rare occasion, dishes piled in your sink. Every morning, you likely hunt through your closet and find nothing to wear, even though you’ve now occupied both your closet and the guest room closet. You throw on some mascara and curl your hair, and then you probably grab an overpriced coffee on the way into work, because you didn’t leave enough time to make it for free before you left the house. Like me, you’re mostly put together, a little unorganized, and for the most part, content with your life. You live on your own and pay your own bills, and you may even be…shall I say it? Single. Like so many successful and independent women who are single, you feel mostly fulfilled with your life, but sometimes the loneliness creeps up on you.
Ms. Independent, this blog is for you, whether you are that fiercely single woman who has torn up the dance floor at all of her friends’ weddings without a plus one, or the woman behind the pretty smile who cries alone at night because she is raising children without the support of a partner. The “C-Word” is your place to share your stories and to lift each other up, because what we all possess is courage. It takes courage to attend weddings alone, courage to visit a sperm bank and carry a child without a partner, courage to raise children as a single mother, and courage to buy a house on your own. It takes courage to pursue our dreams without the encouragement of a partner. Here, we will share those experiences that unite us as women, filling our pages with uplifting and inspirational stories for and by women to help us find that courage when we need it most.
So what’s my story? I am a writer at heart, and that photo above, well, that’s my happy place. That’s where I write, dream, and relax in snowman slipper socks after a long day in high heels. I am the single woman who danced at every one of her best friends’ weddings without a plus one. I am the single woman who bought a house on her own five years ago, and then entered into a series of house renovations with nothing more than a shallow bank account and a few basic tools. I am the woman who has cried herself to sleep praying to God for it to be her time to meet someone, and when those prayers were finally answered and she fell head over heels in love, her heart was tossed in the trash, shattered and confused, and replaced by a newer one. I am the woman who does not know how to put air in her tires, but can whitewash a fireplace like it’s her job. I am the hopeless romantic who watches The Bachelor every Monday night and spends her weekends mulching, mowing, and weeding. I am the woman who has been bloodied and bruised by insincere hearts, yet she has picked herself up every time, mended her wounds, and entered the ring time after time with hope and courage.
Ms. Independent, this blog is for you- the brokenhearted, the restless dreamers, and the kick-ass women out there who won’t settle for a mediocre life. This is for you, who knows how to use a lawn mower, but might not know how to put air in your tires. Here, we will come together and lift each other up. And yes, we will teach you how to put air in your tires. 😉
Ms. Independent, this one’s for you.
-C
The C-Word 