Sometimes the simplest thing can provide the most complicated ego boost. I was sitting here having another one of my pity parties. I have been dumped for the first time ever by the first man I dated as a widow. We had been together for nearly a year and I enjoyed his company and he seemed to enjoy mine. We had times when we saw each other regularly and times when we saw each other sporadically. I thought that was the rhythm of the relationship and didn’t think too much of it. No one was talking about marriage or moving in together. We were just having a good time…I thought. Quite unceremoniously, over the phone, he pronounced the death sentence to the relationship. That was over two months ago. I thought that I would be over it by now, but every few days, I found a new reason to “miss” him. Today, I had the most glorious “aha” moment, when I performed the simple act of putting felt tips on the feet of the wooden chairs that I had bought…also on my own. I thought: you looked for the chairs, you shopped the online garage sales, you found these, you arranged to meet the seller, you picked up the chairs and transported them in your SUV without a man to help you. The chairs have been here for a month…why did this all come to me now? I have no idea. The simple act of fixing the pads on the chair clarified the issue. I did not need him and his muscles and his truck to survive. I was tough enough. Of course, that was not all that I valued about the relationship, but, as I need to remember, there is a big difference between “want” and “need”. And I just proved to myself that I don’t need a man to make my life complete. I am capable of living and functioning on my own. That being said, I still want someone special in my life and in due time, I believe I will find the perfect “someone” for me.