Sunday, 12 July 2015

Weddings

I just arrived home from a beautiful weekend away, celebrating a dear friend's wedding. She is the loveliest person and her new husband is one of the most genuine guys I've ever met. I know they are set for many great things in their lives and I am so fortunate to have them as my friends.

I'm going to be honest though, I was anticipating the weekend with a fair amount of trepidation. For the second year running, I would be attending a wedding requiring a hotel stay where I would be the only one in my (fairly large) group of friends without a date. Last year it upset me quite a lot. I've written on here a couple of times about my 28 year struggle with singledom, but it's not something I really bring up elsewhere, despite the fact it pretty much dominates my thoughts on a day to day basis.

And then two days before leaving for our destination, a friend made the courageous move to leave a situation that she knew wasn't working.  Suddenly I wasn't the only one on my own. And I had a conversation that made me a little more peaceful.

There are good and bad points in every situation. I have the power to say you know what, I'm not going to sort out that washing today. I can do that tomorrow. I can have chocolate biscuits for dinner if I want (not recommended every day!), and yeah, I don't have to justify that purchase to anyone but myself. I have a lot of freedoms in my life that I constantly take for granted.

But then she turned to me and said "I get it now, weddings are hard".

Yeah, they really are.