Christmas: whether one is single or in a couple, whether traveling to family or vice versa; typically, it’s a holiday one spends with loved ones. But this year, my Christmas looks a little different. And I love the flexibility and freedom.
When I’m asked the dreaded question: “How old are you?”, these thoughts ping-pong through my brain in an exhaustive sequence...
If never marry, so be it. Don’t feel sorry for me. My life has begun, and it's full of possibilities.
Rejection is a fact of life, and it’s happened over and over to all of us, including me.
I'm two months from my 34th birthday and I just realized I spent pretty much the entire length of my 30s stone-cold single.
I’m dreaming about the next time I see you. Of our eyes locking, our fingers brushing, of the moment when we realize that we feel the same way about each other, and that this is something worth pursuing. Or am I crazy? Did you feel it too?
At first, he did a lot of things right. Then he did a lot of things wrong; he made the mistake that so many guys make.
Time and time again, I run into idiot adult men who don’t know how to do a first date properly. So, I’m gonna get some hell for this one, but I don’t care… these are the rules for the first date.
As I look back on the last year, I feel fortunate to have adopted these three principles, now so wholly ingrained in my thinking that they might as well be a part of me.
Scary, at first, but once the floodgates were open, the POWER this revelation brought surged through me. This was me, my truth, my humble heart: "I'm not over you."