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dear twenty-eight and single,   12 comments

I’m not going to sugarcoat it like everyone else seems to do.  I’m not going to tell you that you should celebrate the life that lays ahead of you.  The freedom that is granted to you, and the infinite opportunities at your fingertips.  Nope, I won’t go there because I know, firsthand, how difficult it is to be twenty-eight and single.  I know how lonely it can be to wake up without a boyfriend’s “Good morning, beautiful” text or your Starbucks drink in a to-go cup delivered with love by your doting husband or the cheery calls of an adorable toddler from the room across the hall. 

I know that it’s scary to not know what life has in store for you.  And even though many will stress how exciting the unknown is, I know it’s more terrifying than anything.  I know that you spend more time worrying what you don’t have than fantasizing about what you do.  For example, you focus more on why you don’t have a boyfriend, fiance, or husband rather than being excited that you still have the chance to meet the Love of your Life around any corner, or dark bar.  Or grocery store trip, because for some reason I’ve been told that it’s the best place to meet someone.  (Yeah, I’m not really sold on that, especially since most people at my grocery stores are elderly or obviously in relationships and/or with children.)

I know that when you’re single, at any point in your twenties, you tend to ask, “What is wrong with me?  Why am I still single?  Why am I always single?”  Well, to be honest, I have absolutely no idea why you are single.  Consider this one of the great mysteries of the world.  But what I do know is that you deserve to be loved and deserve to love someone amazing. 

And one day, I promise you, this will come true.  One day you will look back on the time when you were twenty-eight and single and wonder why you ever worried in the first place.  I really do believe this, so I hope you will to.  You are too beautiful, too special to be anything less than ridiculously happy.  Maybe twenty-eight isn’t the year you find the love you deserve, but who’s to say twenty-nine won’t be?

Just remember you are worthy of all the beauty, love, and happiness in this world.

XOXO