So yesterday was Valentine's Day, a day I normally dive into with enthusiasm. I've said it before and I'll say it again, I am a hopeless romantic. I love being in love. Now before I get reprimanded for that comment, let me explain. I don't mean being in love just to be in love either. It is a meaningful love that I am talking about, one that just feels right, with no hesitations or doubt.I am a pretty independent woman. I by no means need a man to define who I am. I have learned over the last two years that I am perfectly capable of living an amazing life by myself. However, it does get lonely sometimes. I mean, why have this wonderful life, if I don't have someone amazing to share it with. Of course I have the most incredible family and friends a girl could ask for and I am so happy to share my life with them. But, late at night, when I'm alone in my room (randomly LL Cool J's song "I Need Love " just popped into my head, how fitting),
I miss having someone close by to just be there with. The intimacy of a committed relationship was always so important to me. Not just for the physical aspects, but for the psychological ones as well. Just knowing I had that someone there, meant the world to me. It's funny because the way I feel about it, I can't even put it into words. I just have the urge to hug someone so tightly to infuse those feelings into them in hopes that they could possibly even try to fathom it. If I even attempted to try and verbalize it, I think I would describe it as being on a rush or a really good high. I can just feel the love swelling up in my heart. I know I probably sound pretty sappy, but that's me. I have love pouring out of me naturally and to me it is one of the best feelings ever. . again, I am the hopeless romantic. I mean, after all, I was the little girl who dreamed of Prince Charming sweeping me off my feet.A month ago I had dinner with some good friends of mine and it was there that the reflection of my loneliness was cast into the light for me to see. As I looked around the
table I realized every single person that was there was either married with a baby, married with a baby on the way, or engaged to someone and then...there was me. I had a minor breakdown of sorts, I felt like everyone was passing me by very quickly, almost in blur and I was standing in the same place in the middle of all it, unable to really move as I watched them. However, I also realized as anxious as I am to move forward as well. I am NOT going to settle or throw myself at some random person just because I have anxiety over starting a family later in life than I had originally planned. My path may not be the one I envisioned, but maybe that's because it's going to be even better than I had initially thought it would be. I like to think there are bigger plans set out for me, than I had set for myself.
Over the last few weeks after that dinner, I did some soul searching. Being single when you're almost 32 is quite different than being single when you're 22. I feel like the opportunities to meet someone are fewer and far between. There are times when I wish I could have stayed 25 forever, but in a cruel twist of fate I've discovered that in my 30's I have really
began to understand who I am. I chalk some of that up to the fact that I've been single for a couple of years and some of it to the fact that with age I have become to understand the world around me a little better. I've also began to understand who I am on the inside as well. And who is that person on the inside you ask? Well, it's the same old me, with a few modifications I guess. I'm a little more jaded, a little more cautious now, but only because I know I deserve someone who will love me back the way that I will love them. Despite all of my reservations about finding Mr. Right, I still wear my heart on my sleeve. I guess some things will never change.
and that it won't be forever. I know someone is out there waiting patiently for me too. In the meantime, until he comes along and changes my world, I plan to enjoy the life I have now and learn more about myself. That way when he does show up, I am ready to give that love I have bottled up inside and feel that rush I love so much. I know it will be worth the wait in the end. 






19. I have learned that Genie Dang is not only the most wonderful best friend ever, but that she does not do well with bee stings and wine tasting at the same time. Apparently it burns...






































