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Embrace Your Single!
I have a lot to say on this one, so buckle up!
For most of my life, my goal was to fall in love, get married, and have a family. I assumed that would happen in my 20s. It did not.
Believing I’d somehow failed by not fulfilling my plan by age 30, I found my birthday excruciatingly painful. “No black balloons!” I admonished my coworkers. “No cakes with coffins on them!” They were sensitive to my sensitivity.
My career took off in spite of my own self, in spite of the obstacles I created in my own life by devoting an inordinate amount of time to finding “The Guy”. I dated some really bad bad men. I had a really rough go of it. And it was all due to my insecurities and mistaken beliefs about the kind of life I was supposed to have. I came to believe there was something horribly wrong with me.
By the age of 40, I had achieved tremendous career success. I was loving my work and making more money than I’d ever imagined. But still, I felt something was sadly lacking because I didn’t have a partner. I couldn’t figure out why no one wanted me. I went into early menopause at the age of 41, so the opportunity to have a biological child disappeared overnight. I was devastated. But still, I was thriving at work.
By 50, I was at the top of my game. I was actively sought out for my expert knowledge and effortlessly moved…
