If you are lucky enough to have a single woman over 40 in your life, you are lucky enough.
She is God’s Gift to the World.
Yes, the single woman 40, 50 or 60+ you know and love was sent to you from on high. She graces the earth and your very existence, to assist with anxieties; to help with habits, good and bad; to lend a hand, an ear or a not-insignificant sum of money.
Native single, divorced or widowed, it doesn’t matter. You can count on her. (Ironic since half the time she doesn’t count because she is not half a couple. But back to me her.)
Someone you know, (you?) is counting on a single woman on the Sweet Side of 40 right now. Someone is happy to see her, hear her voice or read her message.
Someone needs her help with a mess, someone needs her cocktail dress, someone needs her to reduce their stress.
(Someone wishes she would stop reading “Oh the Places You’ll Go.”)
A sibling in a tight spot is texting an SOS.
A single bff is confessing last night’s sins or bragging about staying home and going to bed early.
A married bff is looking forward to losing large chunks of time and pride on their semi-annual Girls’ Night Out.
Her slightly younger* friends model their roll after hers. (*Legal drinking age in the country du jour)
She makes the occasion special just by showing up—she is “company.” She sashays through the door (or trips up the stairs) and the collective mood elevates. She crosses the threshhold (or trips down the stairs) and the crowd perks up.
She has a story for every occasion and a smile for everyday people.
She is all that and a bag of chips. And that’s not even the good stuff.