I don’t know if it’s all the late night Supernatural I have been watching, or what… But I’m kind of obsessed with the idea of destiny lately.
I am all over that everything-happens-for-a-reason crap.
Whenever something terrible happens to me (losing my job, getting a terrible grade, my beloved dog dying — RIP Buddha-belly) I tell myself that there is a reason behind it. There is always a bigger picture, and the hardships I face serve to steer me in the right direction.
This has been the brand of thinking that has got me (& my BFF) through some of our darkest days. Bad, inconvenient, irritating shit happens, but instead of marinating in self-pity — well, maybe there’s some slight marination — I make the active choice to rise above the adversity & use it to become a better version of myself. Sometimes it works, sometimes it doesn’t… But it beats feeling sorry for myself every time.
Could it be that my solo streak is just a small part of the masterpiece that is my life? Perhaps it’s fate, destiny, serendipity, and divine predetermination that has brought me to this place… & if I continue along this lonely, lonely path I will eventually reach the next stage; I will meet my other half.
Being single is a season in my life. & all seasons end, eventually. So if I can manage to stick it out, & use this tough time in my life to my advantage… Everything will be okay.