1432.

it's been 1432 days

since i gave myself

the Gift of singleness.

+ although i've dated plenty

in the last almost 4 years since

ending my last relationship,

but by the Grace of God,

i have not gotten sucked into

another poor excuse for Eros.

.

it's an obvious pattern in my pastLife

that i see with increasing clarity

the further i get away from it—

allowing Men to disrespect me,

+ then,

instead of standing up for myself,

i created + managed excuses

for their poor behavior

because i was under the delusion

that this was how Love worked.

.

such trusting-naïvety was crafted

in my childhood—

the compounding result

of my unique Life experiences

that taught me how to treat others.

much of which was administered

by societal + religious "authorities."

the tribal dominance hierarchy

+ how animals establish territory

+ control over others is,

very shockingly + equally sadly,

not limited to beasts.

.

upright on 2

means nothing to me.

.

but the Woman i am today knows better

than to submit my heart + mind

to an evil / outside force,

regardless of how disarmingly,

or even charmingly,

they present themselves—

recognizing that

evil comes cloaked in deception.

my history of being disrespected by Men

who are supposed to Love + protect me

is finished + will never carry over

into my future.

.

1432 x 1440.

(that's how many days

times how many minutes

i've whispered into my healing heart:

“never again. i'm protecting you this time.”)

.

143 means, "i Love you."

so 1432 means, "i Love you, too.”

+ these numbers have been

showing up in my day-to-day Life

since i was a little Girl, and my

Daddy taught me that numbers

can speak to us, too.

Dad had me coding in basic

before kindergarten.

talking 0s + 1s goes back

to my beginning.

.

so i count things.

lots of things.

Time, mostly.

Beautiful, Mystical, Radical Time.

how long it's been since.

how long it will be until.

Time helps me see Life differently.

numbers help me calculate

where i've been + where i'm going.

.

so maybe

one-thousand

four-hundred

thirty-two

days

of intentional singleness

sounds silly to you.

but believe me when i say—

these last almost-4 years

of telling myself AND THEN

CHOOSING TO BELIEVE

that being single isn't a curse,

it's my Blessing—

has been one of the

single (see what i did there?)

most powerful Gifts

i've ever given myself.

so much so that

i wrapped a bow around my heart

to acknowledge today—

embracing what used to be.

what very much is.

+ what is yet to become.

.

because i know The Flawless Engineer

behind the mathematical perfection

of this Universe Loves me as much

as any human being could

ever be Loved—

+ i'm gonna keep counting on it. <3

.

#1432Papa #numbergirl #nerdforlife #singleismyblessing #countonit

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