Hi there reader,
This website is a combination of two things: Stories that come from my upbringing, which was anything but regular, and the ongoing, play-by-play commentary of what unfolds over these next one thousand single days.
What do I mean when I say ‘One thousand single days?’
I mean, one thousand days of being single. And by single I mean single in every sense of the word. And celibate.
This is an experiment on my life: Deciding that for one time in my life, I am going to separate myself from that whole dirty, crazy, hectic romantic love thing, and then observe what happens to me during that time.
They say that there is only one happiness in life; to love and be loved.
Yes, true enough perhaps but the source of that love? One man? One woman? Your boyfriend? Your date? Your lover?
What about the friend who you have known since you started walking? What about the brother who is over protective, but adores the heck out of you? What about your mother, who you haven’t gotten to know as well as you should yet, but would lay down her life for you? What about your kids, who forgive your failings and your stumbles and even after you have taken your frustrations out on them in an angry and unreasonable outburst, still curl up on your lap at the end of the night?
In choosing to remain single for the next 1000 days, I won’t necessarily lack love in my life. In fact, it is quite the contrary. I have begun discovering just how much love I have in my life. It’s always been there, and I’ve always felt I was well loved, but without the distraction of trying to stay afloat in a tumultuous relationship, I am beginning to see the extent of it.
I am happier than I have ever been in my life.