Mr. Listy

Things I love about being single include:

No one moves my stuff. When I come home at night to cook s'mores over my gas burner, I don't have to turn on the lights!

I'm a habitual streaker from shower to closet and I can do that without frightening anyone.

If my laundry remains neatly in the duffel bag on the couch for a couple of days, no one minds.

I'm learning not to be afraid of the dark or my own mind.

Prayers can be as long or as short as I'd like, sometimes prayed in various places in the house without any censure for how God and I have discussions.



Things I hate about being single:

Coming home without someone who is obligated to listen and care about my day.

Cuddling with my extra pillows just isn't the same.

Somehow things really are easier in teams.

I actually miss having a 'head of the household' and I find it difficult to replicate.

Sometimes I wish I could quit reminding myself not to pray for someone to join my life. Wouldn't it be nice to be able to cease halting the natural "Send someone, please"?

And so it begins...

Tonight is one of those nights when you feel distinctly single--Family Dinner night. I'm sure you know what I mean, fellow LDSingletons. Tonight we sat in my brother-in-law and sisters home with my brother and sister-in-law and discussed birth plans which I attempted to drown out with an episode of "Deadliest Catch" which I'd already seen. Twice.

My community could hardly be considered rural. The city here is eighty thousand people and counting. The LDS community here is thriving and is comprised of a student ward and four family wards in addition to some smaller, outlying branches. All in all, not a bad place to be--except that they're all married. I know that can't totally and logically be true but intuitively it feels true. I am a lone woman in the wilderness. And slightly over dramatic.

As I was driving home I thought to myself, it's time to reach out to a larger community. So, I cam home and got on blogger--the Great American Outreach tool. I wanted to remind myself that I'm not alone in my situation, that there are other women in this situation and maybe, by talking about my experiences and struggles, I can connect with them and vice-versa because--let's face it--doing this all alone will never work and married people just don't understand.