"You're Forty..." Rant #1

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"You're forty and you're not getting any younger, you know?" said a friend of mine the other day as we discussed me being single. "Yes I'm well aware of my age, it's MINE" I replied. Did she possibly think I lost track of it? They say it like maybe we're not aware of the fact that we've aged while in a relationship. As if love stopped time in our brain and caused arrested development. I get it! I'm not twenty anymore and I'm not in denial about it.

There seems to be some weird stigma of how we should act, look or be at certain age groups...especially 30's, 40's, and 50's. Seriously? Why and who made up that rule? I"m guessing some depressed, angry person who didn't age well because of his or her bad DNA! I don't look 41 nor do I feel like it, so if people think I'm in my thirties should I be acting and dressing like a thirty-something? And what would that even be anyway? I say screw that!!!! Do what feels good to you. We are all unique individuals.

So what does it matter how old I am and how long I stay single? Some of my friends thought I'd have a new beau soon after my break-up. Oh ya, let's jump into a new relationship because "rebound" means nothing. I do need to heal from it, I will date again, no I'm not ready, and no I don't know when I will be.

"Can Gigi just be single for a while?" I asked my friend. "Well, ya, of course, but don't you just want to find that right guy and settle down?" she said.  "Okay, all girls want to find the "right guy", but that doesn't mean I'm going out there when I'm not ready just to be with someone" I said. It IS great to be in love and in a meaningful relationship. I'm not against it by any means but it IS also okay to be single. I believe the right one will come along. For now, why not work on bettering myself, doing stuff I want to do, and having fun anyway?

Breaking up sucks but it happens because it's part of life. That's how we learn our lessons...well...some of us. Age doesn't matter. There are eighty year old's are falling in love out there. I love my friend and she means well. What she doesn't realize is that I am happy. So if you are out there, single, and your non-singe friends are bugging you...they mean well and chances are they couldn't be single for a minute! So carry on, date, have fun and enjoy life!

That's my rant!

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