I picked out a lamp by myself today. (Riveting stuff, right?)
So I walk by this lamp and I like it. Then I stop and stare at it and I start thinking , “Well, would anyone else like this lamp? What if other people think it’s ugly?”
I continued staring at this damn lamp. Then I realized, it doesn’t matter if anyone else likes it. I like it. It appeals to my sensibilities. I was so proud of myself walking through the store with that lamp that I picked out, entirely by myself. I even got crazy and picked out a rug too. (Look out now!)
When I checked out it took everything I had in me not to blurt out to the cashier, “I picked this lamp out by myself.” I kid you not, I honestly almost said that.
I know a lot of people aren’t going to believe me, but I really am going to enjoy being single. I’ve actually decided that it’s going to take a very special person to come along and pull me out of single life. I promised myself when I put that lamp in my car that I will never again be with a man that I don’t absolutely adore.
