Single, Content, and Satisfied.

This was the title of my first viral blog post and one that captured the attention of other like-minded single women ready to reclaim their time.

During this moment in my life, I was hopeful and truly content with my position as a young woman. After nearly three years of nonstop attention and constant grooming to become a woman certain men wanted to see, I was ready to come into my own as an individual.

It has now been a year since that post and those initial moments of pure satisfaction. Things have certainly changed and, although I would love to give you all one definite end of the spectrum, not necessarily for the better or worse.

I have grown an immense amount of respect for individuality and the raw journey of singleness in a world consumed by love and passion.

So, am I still just as content and satisfied?

In my ‘Single, Content, and Satisfied’ post, I mentioned how I had yet to sincerely know my worth. I thought that who others wanted me to be was who I was meant to become and maintain. I spent hours, days, weeks, and months maintaining someone else’s expectations over my life.

If a man wanted me to be a box, I was a box. If he wanted, months later, a circle, I would then prepare for the excruciating process of sanding down my edges.

I was a happy shapeshifter and believed, without much thought, that what I was doing was defined as ‘flexible.’ I never knew just how dangerous being so malleable as a young woman is until men started using my willingness to change as a tool to fuel their fantasy.

Thankfully, after a year of pure and nearly debilitating stillness (in the realm of ‘dating’), I can now say I know my worth.

Without a shadow of a doubt I now know I’m worthy of effort, growth, honesty, and unconditional love from a companion.

Coming to this realization wasn’t free, and certainly cost me more than I was willing to give up.

With almost 12 months filled with challenging self-love lessons, I arrived at the fact that I may not be as content and satisfied like I used to be—and shared with the world.

I’ve learned that every day isn’t going to serve me joy and fulfillment on a platter.

It’s okay to sit in silence and feel lonely while knowing that I’m not, actually, alone.
It’s okay to think about what ‘could’ be (just as long as I don’t become obsessed with what isn’t).
It’s okay to be content with not always being satisfied.

Single, and Content With Not Always Being Satisfied. 

This is my new title and status as a young woman. A status that is supported by the foundation of forgiveness, for myself, and the many days where I can’t always fit a smile into my routine.

I forgive myself for the hard days and shamelessly celebrate the good. Self-Love 101. Share on X

If you find yourself in a different place than you once remember, consider it a win. Consider your growth into who you’ve become as yet another necessary addition to the evolution of your character.

I tend to refer to my past self as my ‘better days,’ and this needs to end. I may have felt ‘content’ and ‘satisfied’ a year ago, but I've learned forgiveness in place of consistent satisfaction. This, my friends, is the real achievement.

Your journey from happy, to sad, to fruitful, to struggling, and back to happy is a part of the process. This moment we’ve arrived to was fought for off the back of who we once were.

I’m thankful for this new position, and wish the same feeling of peace in oneself for you all.

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Live Intentionally, my friends.