Just read an article that I thought was great and thought I'd share. It came from Huffington Post if curious.


Divorced and Not Dating
Posted: 06/11/2013 12:21 pm EDT Updated: 08/11/2013 5:12 am EDT


I am not dating. I've been divorced for over six years now, and I'm not in a relationship. I'm not looking to be in one, either. There have been a few beaus, a couple more serious than the others, some purely physical. But right now, and for the past several months, I've been absolutely, completely, 100% unattached.

And I'm totally fine with this. Am I the only one?

Everything I read about divorce seems to have a message: if you are divorced, you need to date. Pronto. Fresh divorcees fret about it, as though there is a deadline for finding new love, a relationship version of the old biological clock that is ticking ominously in the background. That their lives will not be complete until they have someone on the other side of the bed every single night. To this day, people still ask me, "Why aren't you dating?" or "You should find a man" or my favorite, "You know what you need? You need to date."

There are plenty of things I need to do: I need to work. I need to parent my children. I need to do laundry and get groceries and walk my dog. Do I need to be in a relationship?

I don't think so.

There is something very freeing in being single. I have perfected the art of being alone, but not being lonely. I feel as though this is one of the weird little parting gifts of divorce, one that took me a long time to discover and even longer to appreciate.

The gift of learning how to be by yourself.

Don't get me wrong: I don't spend all of my free time alone. I have four kids, a needy dog and a bazillion amazing friends. I could be out doing something every single night of the week if I wanted to. But every once in a while, I find myself alone. And I kind of like it.

Before my divorce, I hadn't lived alone other than a couple months-long stretch when I was a flight attendant back in 1989. I'd lived with my parents, and then with roommates, and then with a boyfriend who became a husband. And of course, technically speaking I am not living alone right now, what with my four roommates -- five if you count the sweet shedding boy who shares my bed. But for the first time in my adult life, I'm single and not looking.

Part of it may be me guarding myself, my heart. My ex husband did a major number on me when he left. I'm not naive enough to think that there wasn't some damage done, but I am smart enough to know that it wasn't permanent. Me not actively seeking love right now isn't a matter of not wanting to be vulnerable again, nor is it a matter of not trusting men (or my choices in men). Part of it may be good old fashioned insecurity. If you find yourself failing at marriage once, it's hard to think of trying it again. Who's to say I won't invest another 15 years of my life into another person only to be left again?

It might be those things, yes. But I'd like to think that my steadfast-singleness is an education of sorts. I'm learning, you see. Learning to enjoy my own company, which, when you think about it, is laying some pretty good groundwork for any future relationship I may find myself in. Personally, I think it takes some courage, and some cajones, to face life solo. Some days I feel brave. I'm learning how to weather life's storms on my own, which is something I think all women should know how to do.

Now, don't think I'm dissing those of you who have jumped right back into the thick of things. I have friends who found new, and better loves, before the ink on their divorce decrees was dry. And that is AWESOME. We all have our very own ways of doing things, of growing and recovering and living. Truth be told, there are some moments when I feel some envy. I see them with their boyfriends or husbands and it reminds me of all the good things that come with couplehood. The companionship, the comfort, the warm strong arm draped over your shoulders on a cold walk to the car. The security one feels when there's a trustworthy man snoring next to you in bed.

But then I see friends who have gone through a virtual parade of boyfriends, watched them fall in and out of love or something that kinda/sorta feels like it. They've introduced their kids to some of them, brought them to parties and gatherings and then one day, they show up alone. Or with a new guy. I've comforted them when things go bad, when they realize that this wasn't Mr. Right, it was Mr. That'll Do For Now. There's something to be said for their sheer determination to find someone, and I commend them for that. I have to wonder, though, is that the best way to find your happily ever after, or is it simply a way to keep your dating muscles toned and in shape, to avoid atrophy?

I was talking to another single friend the other night, she joined this club by way of widowhood. I told her that I was writing an article about "embracing your singleness" and she plopped down next to me and told me her side of it: "People were asking me about dating within a week of my husband dying" she started. "I mean, look-" she held up her left hand, her beautiful wedding band shining brightly on her ring finger. "I took this off for about a week...I had been lifting weights and it was bothering me," she continued. "And right away, I noticed raised eyebrows and the 'you go, girl' comments started." My friend motioned towards the kitchen, where her kids were laughing and messing around with their friends. "Those people in there? That's my focus right now. That's my job. I'll figure out the dating thing later on."

My widowed friend and I may have found ourselves in this spot via very different paths, but we both landed on the same page. Love is something we both want, both look forward to...but front and center in our lives are: our lives. Being moms, taking care of households, nurturing friendships. Taking care of ourselves. Finding our sea legs in order to ride out the rest of this crazy voyage.

Who knows..I've heard that love will find you whether or not you're looking. And if that happens? Great. I haven't sworn off men and dating and sex and all of that good stuff...I've just decided that right here and right now, it's not my number one priority. I may meet my Prince Charming while grocery shopping or out on the trails while walking my dog. I might meet him at one of my son's hockey games or while looking for a new phone at Best Buy. Or, I may not.

Either way, it's fine with me.