Mistake or Misfortune

The first thing I would like to establish is, there is a difference between mistakes and misfurtunes.  We cannot blame or attribute a mistake to anybody but ourselves.  It is easy at the end of the day to catagorize our mistakes as misfurtunes rather than looking in the mirror and admitting we made a poor choice.  Our non existent husband didn’t spend too much money shopping, or pay the bills late. We did.  We can’t just wait for somebody to come along and see to what needs attention.  We cannot point fingers at a spouse, family member or friend for buying into a sales pitch for a $40,000 lemon of a car.  We, and we alone made the choice.  And we have to “wear it” so to speak.  So I want to make it clear that when living on your own, you are going to have to be strong enough to admit your mistakes are yours alone.

That being said, I want to differentiate between mistakes and misfortunes.  The fact is, single, married, widowed or divorced; we all suffer misfurtunes.  Illness.  Lost love. Family desth.  Lay offs.  The list is long.  What matters is what we do with it.  Ability to avoid misfortune can sometimes be as mysterious as controlling the weather.  It’s not always possible to control either.  What makes misfortune different for the single is that if we let it stop us in our tracks, we have no significant other to take the reins while we recover.  So you just plain have to dig in and keep moving.

In summary, accpet responsibility for your mistakes and don’t be immobilized by misfortunes.

Julia

The Buck Stops Here!

Welcome,

Who handles your house, your yard, the jobs, the bills, the taxes, the cars and basically all major decisions that happen in your home?  You do….and you alone!  This blog is for the independent thinker and the independent liver.  It is for those of us who live as one in the true sense of the word, “one.”  It is about the secrets and trials of surviving single.  We fall back on our friends and lovers when we can.  But for the most part, at the end of the day, we look to ourselves to say “yes”or “no.”  We look to ourselves to decide where and how we live.  We know in the final analysis, it is our brain and our hands alone on which we depend.

Join me in the journey through life as a single.  I will talk about money, jobs, relationships, even car rentals when we can’t get a ride from that nonexistent spouse from the mechanic’s after dropping off our car and driving away  in that rental asking, “Am I paying too much,”  “Did it really need a new “gadget” in the “watchamadoogle?”

For whatever happens in our life, we deal with more on our own than the majority of the population who are tied to another or between their next “us.”  We are the eternally single.  The buyers of homes built for families of four simply with one reason in mind.  Resale value.  We are the scavengers of the grocery in search of single servings in the mircowavable section.

Life is like a ride in a Mini Cooper with no passenger’s seat.  Always remeber, “The Buck Stops Here!”

Julia