It may sound odd, but I've always thought blogging was so narcissistic. Why would I presume someone wants to know anything about my life? The more I've been thinking about it since I've been in grad school, the more I feel my story is worth telling. I hope you all will enjoy some stories from the heart, told with a side of humor and a grain of salt. If we can't approach life with a sense of humor, it's going to be a long haul.
So. Here I am. Almost 25. Single. Going to grad school completely surrounded by married couples. I'm in the prime of my twenties, and everyone around me wants to settle down. I live in this constant state of conflict between wanting to explore and date without settling down AND ON THE OTHER HAND...what if all the good ones are taken by the time I am good and ready to choose?? and seminary does not exactly lend itself to good dating prospects (can i get a what, what?!?! from all my single ladies??). so, initially not by choice, i'm settling into this "single" identity. I work with a group of teenagers, most of whom are young ladies, and we were talking about dating and boys the one day. I declared to them my defiance ("Be happy being single, ladies!! Don't settle for someone you can live with, wait for the one you can't live without!!!" and so on with the cheesy sayings...). After my rant, this lady who I love, Cindy, came up to me and said, "Lindsay, I just had a vision of you in a cream satin dress...not white! Cream! ...And I just know that you are going to be married in the next ten years."
My initial response was...did you not just hear my rant about singleness? Followed quickly by... oh crap, even this lady knows I shouldn't be wearing white on my wedding day. Followed again with...cream would totally not match the neon pink Chuck Taylors I plan to wear on my wedding day. And finally... I hope she's right.
Now, I don't intend to blog about the woes of being a single lady, but I love this story, and I hope some single ladies out there can relate to this dual existence: wanting to find a man (mind you, a man who's willing to be a man and not a boy) and yet enjoying the simple freedom of figuring out life on my own terms.
