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Freedom


You know that feeling you get when you come home after a long day of work and loosen that bra strap? Honey, that’s freedom in it’s purest form. It’s the type of freedom that brings you instant gratification and chills up your spine. Freedom itself is something I cherish now more than ever before. Being able to do what I want, when I want, is priceless.

I recently sat and soaked up the fact that I literally have the freedom to do what I want. I’ve always been one who liked having space. It’s almost like I want things on my own terms. I parent my son the way I want to without consulting another party, I get to sleep in the middle of my bed if I want to, I spend my money how I want, I don’t have to combine my money with anyone else, what I work hard for is mines and mines alone.  I cook when I feel like it, I eat out when I want. I recently went on a date because I could. Planned my birthday vacation in Vegas because I can. I can stay up late and watch what I want on tv without being forced to talk to anyone else other than my son. I’m not forced to tell anyone where I am, what I’m doing, or why I didn’t answer my phone when they called. I’m very independent so I take pride in knowing that my life isn’t governed by what another person is or isn’t doing for me. I LITERALLY DO WHAT I WANT!

If you’re a true Honey Bee and followed my story from day one - you’ll see that in my journey of singleness I’ve gone back and forth about the pros and cons of the single life. During this season I’ve been consistent in asking God to reveal where I should place my focus during this time. It’s been in this season of singleness that I’ve given birth to Breezy Monreaux, became a freelance writer, started a new career, and began working on my happiness from the inside out. I think it’s clear I should focus on ME and I don’t feel selfish about it at all. I want to make it very clear to the next man that comes into my life that he’s an ADDITION to what I’ve already got going on and I’m not afraid to SUBTRACT either honey if need be. I’ve said before that when I find my significant other, I’ll never refer to him as my better half like I hear a lot of couples say. I vow to never say that because I’m no one’s half anything. I’ll be whole when our paths cross and he’ll be an ADDITION to the happiness I already have. 😊

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