Single Again? How to Live Satisfied Until ...

By Erica B. Davis

Life would never be the same for Erica B. Davis once she entered a conference room in the Richard J. Daley Center in Chicago. After hours of tense negotiations, high emotions, and finally, an unfair agreement between both parties, she was single again.

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• Language: English
• Publisher: Virtue Signature Group LLC
• Release date: Jun 22, 2021
• ISBN: 9781737120407

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Single Again?

Single Again?

How to Live Satisfied Until …

Erica B. Davis

Virtue Signature Group

Contents

Acknowledgments

Foreword

Introduction

My Journey to Singlehood

Getting Ready for Your Experience

A Love Like No Other

Living Single: A Lack of Options or Choice?

Wellness Assessment and Reflection

My Getting Me Together Goals

Overcoming Difficulty

Affirmations for Your Life

Love Letter to Yourself

In a Lonely State of Mind

To Date or Not to Date … That is the Question

The Standard Six Inquiry of Dating

I’m Happily Single (versus Married)

Self-care Suggestions for Singles

Erica B. Davis

Anita L. Roseboro

J. L. Campbell

MarZe Scott

Stephanie M. Freeman

Naleighna Kai, Book Coach

Notes

Single, Again? How to Live Satisfied Until… © 2021 by Erica B. Davis

Published by Virtue Signature Group

Trade Paperback ISBN: 978-1-7371204-1-4

EBook ISBN: 978-1-7371204-0-7

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All rights reserved. No part of this book may be reproduced in any form or by any means including electronic, mechanical or photocopying or stored in a retrieval system without written permission from the author except in the case of brief quotations embodied in critical articles and reviews. For permission, contact Erica B. Davis at [e-mail] or www.ericabdavis.com.

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Cover design: J. L. Woodson for www.woodsoncreativestudio.com

Editorial Team:

J. L. Campbell [e-mail]

MarZe Scott [e-mail]

Interior Book Design: Lissa Woodson for www.woodsoncreativestudio.com

To my daughter, Briánna.

Continue living your life—without apology—in appreciation of who God created you to be.

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To my son, Dorian.

Continue sharing your gifts of love and compassion, always.

Acknowledgments

To the God of my understanding, thank you for your place, superlative phasing, and perfect plan for my life.

Thank you to the Davis clan, my parents and brothers, for your unrelenting and unconditional love and support. I couldn’t have selected a more noble nucleus if I could have chosen for myself.

Thank you to Naleighna Kai, MarZe Scott, Anita L. Roseboro, J. L. Campbell, and the NK Tribe Called Success authors, editors, coaches, beta readers, and book designer for your help to release my debut book. Your inspiration and encouragement are invaluable and appreciated.

To my dearest friend, L. Bernard Jakes, for each task and challenge you presented that nudged me further outside of my proverbial box.

Finally, to everyone who purchased this book. Your support is appreciated immensely.

Foreword

Miles stretch out behind her like the train of a bridal gown. Hidden in the folds of fabric are the stories of those that traveled the road before her. The length of her train announces her arrival while celebrating her departure. Every step is a miracle, a milestone on a journey with many detours. Some offered more joy than the heart could hold. Others left scars too deep for tears. Forever forward she moves discarding a younger woman’s clothes but embracing the skin she’s in.

Her strength is in her stride. With shoulders squared and a head held high, every season of life is a chapter in her epic, and a jewel in her crown. Her singlehood is no burden or slight. This new bend in the road offers new challenges and riches overflowing. Persistence, perseverance, and bravery pave the way.

Stephanie M. Freeman, Author of Necessary Evil and Unfinished Business

Introduction

My singleness was and is intentional.

September 11, 2006 to be exact. Five years to the day of the September 11 th attacks that took place at 8:46 a.m. on a clear Tuesday morning. Flight 11, an American Airlines Boeing 767 en route to Los Angeles, filled with twenty thousand gallons of fuel and passengers crashed into the North Tower of the World Trade Center in New York City. The impact left a cavernous, fiery hole near the 90th floor of the 110-story high-rise, instantly killing hundreds of people and trapping hundreds more in the floors above. Nearly twenty minutes later, a second plane, United Airlines Flight 75, flew into the South Tower and hit floors 77-85 of the skyscraper. The attacks killed nearly 3,000 people, injured more than six thousand others, and caused a minimum of $10 billion in infrastructure and property damage. To say the destruction was severe would be a gross understatement.

Walking the long, stale halls of the Richard J. Daley Center arriving at room 857, I was escorted to a small conference room. That’s where my now former spouse and I spent nearly two hours negotiating what would come to define our new lives. Mountainous pages of legal documents. Hours that turned into days of consultations. The attorney’s fees that threatened to sap my bank account dry. All of this before the judge reached a decision and granted the divorce.

I was single … again.

Divorced is the actual label for my category of single, but I was single again, nonetheless. How I compared my divorce that day to the attacks on the World Trade Center five years prior was by no means ironic. Images of the skyscrapers collapsing inundated my mind. My marriage had been obliterated, the same as those buildings. Like many of those inside and near the towers, my marriage had died, and many unknowns were lurking.

This journey was never part of the plan for my life. I always envisioned the marriage mirroring that of my grandparents’, who lived in wedded bliss for sixty-four years before my grandmother passed away, and my parents, who reached fifty-three years of marriage this year. I took our covenant seriously.

From the outside, our life appeared glamorous. We lived in one of the most prestigious communities in the city of Chicago and served faithfully in our church. Our professional roles and participation in civic leadership programs had others deem us a power couple. We had the 2.5 kids, a dog, and the white picket fence. In essence, we were living the American Dream and a dream it was until one day I woke