My 50th birthday was on Sunday. Dude, where in the world were you? Trying to get a flight here? Occupied with someone else? Knocked out after Sunday service? I mean, really, where were you?
Instead of spending my birthday on somebody’s island, eating good food and having sex on the beach – yes, both the drink and hot sandy forbidden sex – I decided to invite a bunch of friends to come celebrate with me. We had a great time playing the escape game, and having dinner and drinks afterward. You would’ve enjoyed the game, even though you may have called the idea corny at first. You missed out this time, but hopefully you’ll be around next year.
This morning I had a very brief pity party about my lack of a life partner and decided I had a choice to make. Either stop living so I don’t have to feel the loneliness of being by myself, or continue to do what I do. Thankfully, my better judgement kicked in, and I’m choosing to live my life as I normally would, which means hopping on planes just to see art exhibits at museums in other cities, traveling the world, dining out, attending plays and musicals…you get the picture. I mean c’mon, there’s no way I was really going to stop living my life. It was just a brief pity party remember? But I did decide that while living life to the fullest I’d also write my future husband letters to let him know who I am and what he can expect of me when he gets here. So thanks for joining me on this journey as I laugh, cry and pray my way through this waiting period.
Your Future Wife
Good company in a journey makes the way seem shorter. — Izaak Walton