Yesterday, a friend emailed me to ask how I feel about being single while all (most) of my girlfriends are settling down.
How many cliches can I fit into one blog post?
I could tell you that I feel like I'm sitting on the starting line even when everyone else hit the ground running long ago... that I'm love's biggest cheerleader and my team is having a great season... that I'm trying to dance in the rainstorm while waiting for the sunshine... And those would all be true. And you could tell me that I'm only 25. That when you stop looking, it finds you. That when you're least expecting, it hits you like a ton of bricks. Come on. We've been around this Merry-Go-Round before.
How do I feel? Happy and sad, cheerful and dismal, curious and confused, patient and anxious. A million and one things. I could talk for days.
I am sitting here planning my parents' 30th anniversary party and I am reminded of my favorite couple - who met in 1977 under a tree at the University of Miami, who were from two different worlds and had the odds stacked against them, who made it work anyway and have two daughters that love them more than life itself and 30 years later, are just as happy together as they were on their wedding day - that love and life work in mysterious ways.
And I'm feeling pretty good about that.