I’m going on one year and 3 months of my self-imposed no-man diet. When it first began I didn’t know if I could do it or not but I knew I had to try. It’s been an adventure. At first, of course, it sucked. It sucked real bad. But around about the 6-month mark things turned around and I felt a huge sense of relief. Every time co-workers and friends complained about the men in their lives I felt thankful and blessed that all I had to worry about was me. I was done navigating the eggshells of conflict and pissy moods. Life was growing fun.
At about 9 months the thought of having a boyfriend actually made me feel nauseous. Then around 11 months to a year came spring which seemed to awaken my body and spring fever. I dreamed of loving most nights and started to feel a little impatient for affection.
Late spring things calmed down and I honestly can say I have found my new normal. The thought of love doesn’t turn me off but it isn’t the meaning or reason for my life, either. I’m fine with or without a man. I’m not always happy, but I’m for sure not always (or even mostly) sad. I’m at peace.. which is the best thing of all in my opinion.
My Magic Life 