I read something a while back that gave me pause. It said that even though Adam had perfect communion with God and he lived in a perfect, sinless place, God said it wasn’t good for Adam to be alone.

Being divorced I’ve never thought too much about being alone. It’s just what I was. Alone. It’s something I’d grown accustomed to.

I’ve been called Lil Miss Independent by some…as if I had a choice to be anything else. I was married to a military man for many years and a single mom for almost a decade after that. Not taking care of everything was never an option for me.

And I know I’m not alone in this. I have several friends who are living a similar life and it can be tiring and you often feel alone and defeated.

A common thought from my friends, since most of us are single and have been for some time… They ask why open yourself to love again? Is it worth it?

It doesn’t even have to be romantic love. Many of us keep a distance even with friends because we are afraid of losing them. We do anything to avoid the pain of loss. And most of the time it isn’t even something we think about. It’s just what has become our natural reaction to life.

But how do you know what joy is if you’ve never known sorrow? Can you truly appreciate the sunshine if you’ve never seen the rain?

Me? I choose to live by the idea of the great Maya Angelou…and I quote “Have enough courage to trust love one more time and always one more time.”

After all, what is life without love?