Recently, I hosted a dinner party—something I used to do frequently when I was married. After my divorce, the thought of throwing a gathering felt intimidating, and I often found myself lamenting my single status. I felt adrift, unloved, and out of place in a world that seemed to favor couples.
In my married days, I was often invited to social events, but now, as a single woman in a sea of mostly coupled friends in their forties, I sometimes felt like a modern-day pariah. My independence seemed to unsettle some, making me feel like I was on the outside looking in. I often wished I could shake some sense into my married friends when their husbands and I chatted, and I could see the questioning looks in their eyes. Just to clarify: my affection for their spouses is purely platonic!
However, the monotony of dinners spent alone with my children left me yearning for the joy that comes from sharing meals and laughter with friends. When I learned that a young couple I knew—one significantly younger than me—had rekindled their romance, it felt like the perfect reason to whip up a feast.
Their passionate reunion, sparked by a series of intentional choices, inspired me to take control of my own life. “You create your own luck,” my father used to say, and I once thought he was mistaken. To me, luck was random; you either had it or you didn’t. But as I navigated challenges, I began to understand that while luck is a factor, it’s intention that truly holds everything together.
Around my dinner table that night, aside from the lovebirds, I had a cherished friend who I had met on my very first blind date. The sheer act of putting myself out there after years of being out of the dating scene was a testament to the power of intention. I remember feeling nauseous on the subway ride to our meet-up, my heart still healing from past wounds. Yet, we talked for hours and connected over our shared experiences. Now, eight months later, he’s become my go-to person for sharing both good and bad news—he’s taught me valuable lessons, including the importance of knowing when to step back and observe rather than react.
At one point during the evening, as I looked around at the flickering candles and the joyful chaos of laughter, I experienced a moment of clarity and gratitude. I realized I was thankful for the chaos, for the vulnerability that came with embracing my new life outside of marriage.
Then, with a loud crash, my eight-year-old son’s mishap interrupted the moment. “I was trying to get to my desk from the top bunk, and I accidentally broke my shelf,” he explained, surrounded by the mess of toys and debris. The same thing had happened years ago, right as I was recognizing my own need for a change in life.
“It’s alright,” I assured him. “At least you’re okay. We’ll clean it up after dinner.”
My friend, who had been helping with the dishes, offered to fix the shelf. He worked diligently, applying glue and crafting makeshift supports. Watching him transform the wreckage into something sturdy and functional reminded me that solutions can often be simple. Sometimes, you just need to shore up the weaknesses to create something stronger than before.
The remnants of the broken shelf were still scattered about, and the dining table was cluttered with dishes, but we had focused on fixing one small thing. The rest could wait until later.
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In summary, embracing my single life has brought unexpected joy and new friendships. Through intention and vulnerability, I’ve learned to create my own luck, turning challenges into opportunities for growth and connection.
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