Trying

So it looks like it is inevitable at this point….I am going to be a lone wolf.  It seems all of my close friends are pairing off with eligible bachelors and I am the one left standing.  I feel somewhat like we’ve all been playing a rousing game of musical chairs and I just lost.

At one point all of my girlfriends were single.  We would spend our nights out on the town and our days discussing bits of fleeting crushes we had on various men.  Sure, every once in a while one of us would pair off with a boy, but it didn’t feel as dramatic when it was one at a time.  This time, its everyone. Except me.

I know it seems like I am complaining, which I guess maybe in a way I am.  After being single for almost 7 years (you read that right) I am perfectly happy and capable on my own.  In fact, most of the time I prefer it.  I can scope out boys without feeling guilty, go see whatever movie I want, have complete control of the remote and lounge around at home in whatever the heck I want to wear.

I cannot however, venture into public without makeup or a fabulous outfit. What if I meet Mister Right?

I feel like now I’m going to miss out on fancy double date nights or getting to gush about what cute thing so and so did. I’m trying to be ok with this. Trying to be happy for my friends. Desperately trying to convince myself that its not me, its just not Gods perfect time yet.

A First of Many

So. My first blog entry. Yep, this is it.  I’ve wanted to start one of these things for quite a while.  In fact, I think I’ve written a few posts at work with the intentions of starting, but never did. I’ll have to find and post them. So maybe this technically isn’t my first blog post?

Anywho, I’ve decided to do this to get some things off of my chest. To get them out of my head on onto paper….or well….onto the interwebs.

I’m 27 and I’ve been married for 3 years to a wonderful man and I have an adorable one year old. Oh wait, that’s what I thought I would be writing at this point in my life.  Our plans for life never do quite work out though right? So let’s start again. I’m 27, completely single, have 2 bachelor’s degrees and I have a mortgage. A MORTGAGE.  Like, I am an official adult people. Getting my own place alone was one of the hardest things I have ever done. But that story is for another time. 

I’ve been single for almost 7 years.  Sure, I’ve had a few dates here and there, but nothing that really stuck.  You are thinking my highschool boyfriend must have really messed me up huh?

Also, as the title mentions, I am sleepy. Always.  I actually have a sleeping problem which causes me not to get very much beauty, ahem, I mean REM sleep. Like practically none at all.   You try getting an hour of sleep a night and tell me if you don’t feel sleepy all the time!  I’m always on the go though, so sleep is sometimes hard to come by.  Not that it matters (see above).   

There are a million things I could put here, but I’m pretty sure that would also take about a million hours, which I don’t have. So, that’s all I will say for now.  That’s me, wrapped up into three words. Single. Sleepy. Girl.