Like with any life circumstance, there are moments that I deplore being single. And then just like that–and often when I need it most–I am handed a little gift from the Universe that has me really love being single.
I had one of those moments today at the farmer’s market. I loved that I could run into the market, walk around super fast… buy my strawberries, mushroom salsa, and get out of there. No chitchat, no negotiations. Lickity split.
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I have actually had this exact conversation with one of my sisters! We love being the first at the market, getting our things, and getting home! LOVE this!!