And then I started thinking, how am I going to silence my critics..my friendly foes…my skeptics…all who are going to label me as a bitter, hypocritical 30-something?
How was I going to rationally explain that I wasn’t walking away simply because I failed, but because I really am choosing my life instead of searching for the proverbial Mr. Right?
Many would say that I don’t have to explain myself. This is my blog damn it, so I’ll do what I want. However, I didn’t want this heartfelt mode of self expression to be that kind of forum. I wanted to be honest of course, but I also wanted to be fair which can be a very difficult feat to accomplish when discussing anything people are passionate about, especially when it comes to matters so closely guarded as the heart.
So I did what I always do when I’m up against a basket full of choices, I researched, I made lists, I wondered the aisles of the self-help section at my local Barnes and Nobles, I talked to people and even posted an ad on craigslist to try and gain insight into how people really felt about love (that I don’t normally do, trust me). I did this all in the name of locating answers from people like me. However, as hard as I looked to try and gain some insight into the different ways that I was going to build my argument, the more I realized that the only way to do this was to tell my story, because isn’t what this blog, that maybe someday would turn into a book really about? My story, my life and how I arrived at this place?
Playing Catch-Up? The Start of the Story