As a responsible, older single, many are perplexed by a lifetime of prolonged singleness. Why would anyone choose to live life alone. I, for one, can certainly attest to that fact, I know my life is puzzling. All of my life, I have been surrounded by family and the idealisms of family. Yet somehow family has not been the story of my life.
I truly believe that the inability to grasp the concept of prolonged singleness is an issue that needs to be addressed. The oddity that accompanies the status, in a family saturated world, is quite perplexing. There really is no place to fit aside from work environments and the rhythmic community of daily living. To most, this phenomenon give way to what feels like unaccountable living. However, I have to clarify, there is no one to answer to. Expectations are not present. The come and go of our existence, as singles, is without parameters and that is not irresponsible living it is just factual.
In marital relationships the ties with family of origin are broken in a clear and concise manner or at least that is the intent. Yet, in singleness, there is never a defining moment of such and often the lines that delineate adulthood are blurred, especially when a person has lived in the same area all of their life.
Honestly, I’m in a quandary because I, at times, feel like I should have left home years ago but our path unfolds as it is, not within the parameters of hindsight. I have grown exponentially but at times I feel as if I missed the season that was most ripe for expansion. Hindsight is 20/20, I’m having to learn to be where I am and sometimes the retrospective mindset is daunting, especially when it is unbalanced with the realistic understanding of how blessed I really am.