Celebrating my two-year anniversary with myself: A love letter to being alone

Two solid years without a date isn’t typically regarded as a celebratory occasion. While today’s women aren’t exactly facing the same societal pressures to get married as urgently as in the 1950’s, we haven’t exactly shaken the assumption that being single makes you sad or somehow incomplete. It’s hardly thought of something to be proud of. Until now! I’m here to confidently let you know that taking time to fall deeply in love with yourself is the absolute shit. That’s right, it’s time to spill the full tea on my dating detox / hookup hiatus / conscious celibacy / man cleanse / best two years of my life so far!