Bank on Robyn

so, do they explain what you do when you’re caught under the mistletoe alone or is the whole idea of being single during the holidays not supported lmao.

Okay, I am 25, single, no kids, never been married: you know, that statistic. And I’m not trying to drag singlehood. Actually, I’m not dragging it at all. I can successfully say that I’ve grown out of my fear of being alone. And you should learn how to live alone, be alone. You have to realize that you are the love of your life. It’s you from the beginning, and it’ll be you until the end. And while I love, self-love, self-care, self self self. Eh?

sometimes a girl just would like to snuggle :)

As a woman, it’s like you get shunned for even saying you want love sometimes. Why does it have to be one bad apple ruining the batch? If it’s not one person telling you that “all men suck,” there’s another, usually happily married, telling you to “love yourself,” and it’s like I do. I love myself so much that it actually wouldn’t hurt to give some of it to someone else. And then I get to feeling all hopefully romantic.

And again: this isn’t one of those posts. I’m not saying you can’t enjoy being single: first off, I’m really never saying you can or can’t do anything lmao. My point is, damn.

sometimes a girl just wants her neck kissed.

Raye said it best this year, ‘baby, where the hell is my husband?”

I’ve convinced myself that the best thing I can do is prepare. Trust myself more. Learn as much as I can about me, work with me and my emotions. My dreams. My visions. Yet, my husband always appears in the midst of those thoughts.

• What does he like to do on sunday afternoons?
• Is he a warm weather person or a cold weather person?
• Does he like city living, or would he be more comfortable in a secluded area?
• Where are you???

I don’t think it hurts to be excited, or curious. I really wish more “hopeless romantics,” would be more inspired about their desire for love. Be hopeful. But wanting it badly won’t bring it any sooner.

truth is, I don’t know. None of us really do. As with everything in life, whatever analogy you’d like to use whether it be a book, a canvas, or a box of chocolate: don’t give yourself a sugar rush pudding. Let life happen, one chapter at a time, the strokes and all.

Stroke. What a triggering thought. hahaha.

k bye

Robyn