But ten years ago I was still waist deep in the lure of love and I had no idea that being single would be the most empowering thing I could be.I was an insecure girl,validating herself by the men I chased around constantly in my head,looking for a soul connection outside myself,with a tinge of fairytale and happily ever after.I couldn't know then that it would take those single years for me to actually achieve dreams that had been half arsedly pursued in the heady 20's and that went missing,presumed dead after having two children in two years.That's not in a bitter way by any means,I was just too busy changing nappies to give them head space.
I had always wanted to be a writer as a kid but insecurity convinced me I wasn't good enough,not realising I could learn, and I chose the safer path,teaching,which I was hopeless at at 18 years old and I dropped out with my hands firmly up. I was always coming up with ideas for books but never finishing any of them, distracted by boys,work & just living.
I was never single for long and I didn't spend much time alone.
In the last 9 years since it's only been me and the kids at home, I finally wrote that novel,then started a second one, decided it would make a better film script,went to a script writing group to learn,won a film competition with the group, wrote a treatment & submitted it (with zero expectations) to a short film making scheme,got accepted,went on to get a contract to develop it as a feature script, got paid to be a writer,went to BAFTA, got a shortlisted for some other schemes,started a novel and a blog, then got a place on a BBC /BFI scheme with a different film,then churned out a 3rd script, got knocked down, several times,got up again,started my own vintage fabric/sewing/design business oh yeh and all be it too briefly, owned a vintage VW camper van. Bucket list tick,tick,tick.
I know in my heart that had I stayed as I was, for the sake of being in a relationship I thought I so desperately needed, none of those things would have happened,because what I really needed to come into my own was to be alone.
It's not all been smug quality time with myself, I've buckled many times under the weight of juggling a job and raising two kids coupled with elderly parents, the so called 'sandwich' generation and between all the achievements, I had plenty of insane crushes and broken hearts,some that took years to heal.For years I wouldn't have classed myself single by choice, more unlucky in love.
I've been working alone from home for a year now and apart from my son,Dad and brother in law I've spent no time with any men and frankly, I feel like it's been the making of me. I've never been so focused,so well informed,so content,so thoughtful or self assured,so able to look in a mirror and not criticise,so clear about life and mentally strong.
Am I missing out? Someone said to me yesterday about them being happily single," but I don't want to look back at 70 and regret it." I shrugged,that could happen. (My gut reaction was as if you think the planet will still be here by then...)
I haven't given up on Love by any means but one thing I've come to see is almost how secular our beliefs on male female relationships are.
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Kate Nash says it succinctly |
Every man I've lived with (and at one point I lived with 6 of them at once) has been pretty much messy,lazy,smelly and has complained constantly about having the heating on, which, on the flip that makes me a nagging neat freak who can't sit still,is obsessed by cleaning and has the house too stuffy.All true in balance,so maybe this outdated notion that you have to live together needs to go bygones, I've always believed women with young children should not live in isolated pockets,ditto elderly women who mostly out live their men folk. Society would work much better if we went way back to our primitive ways of small female led communities. It does take a village to raise a child to ensure that child is nurtured,in turn to keep society strong in the future. Putting us in pairs, in little boxes (that we have to borrow huge sums of money to live in & never really own) makes us weak and thus easy to control.
Divide and Conquer has so many truths across the world right now but I digress.
Spending a huge amount of time alone has meant I've been able to dig back through the layers of who I became whilst chasing my elusive soul mate through the years,not realising that if I sat quietly and listened carefully,I would find my own soul and become mates with her and maybe that's all I'd been missing.
I guess what I'm trying to write is almost an addendum to my teenage self who would have seen five years without being kissed as a terrible tragedy, and not the best thing that could have ever happened for me to really know me.