I spent much of my late 20s and early 30s trying to lock down all the things I thought I was supposed to have (and society expected me to have) "by the time I was 30.”
Being confident doesn't mean going after him. It's knowing your worth, it's preserving your dignity, it's putting up with no crap.
It rings a little alarm bell in your mind. It makes you tilt your head. You can’t put a finger on it… but something’s not right. Something doesn’t make sense.
Having the courage to reveal your flaws, voice your fears, and speak your truth is actually attractive. So why aren't more people vulnerable?
If I can’t imagine a future with someone within the first few dates, I probably never will. And then it's sayonara.
I prepped for the future. I made major, life-changing decisions based on my plan.
And I was constantly disappointed when what I expected didn’t come to be.
When you’re single, no man has a hold on your heart, mood, emotions, time... no one has the power to shift the winds of your day. Single = safe.