La Vie Célibataire.

Upon checking my email just now I noticed one from eHarmony, the subject reading "Find other singles like you." ...ahem. That is rather presumptuous of you, eHarmony. Just what makes you think I'm so single? And even if I am, which would be none of your business, what makes you think I would be so desperate to use you (not that everyone who uses eHarmony is desperate)? I'm not mad. It doesn't offend me or do irreparable damage of any sort. I just thought it was kind of funny. And ridiculous.

I didn't necessarily plan for that to lead me into a deeper topic but it got me thinking about how incredibly frightened we are of being single. It really makes me sad and a little worried. Are we so co-dependent that we simply must have someone else in our lives to feel whole? I fully understand how great it is to be in love. I get why that is something that people wish for. This doesn't have to mean, however, that anything less than that is meaningless. I worry that people don't value themselves enough to be happy even when alone. I wish they would.

To end on a lighter note: the sun was shining so brightly today I could almost swear it was spring. I am so so so eager for spring. It's such a beautiful time of year. But I've really been trying not to wish time away. There may be something great off in the distance but I don't want to lose sight of what today has to offer... you know? But I am quite excited for spring.

I Owe It All To Purple Hair.

I saw a girl with the most beautiful purple hair the other day. It was a subtle purple, a concept I had no prior knowledge of as I often find purple to be obnoxious. Not her's though. It was as if God had designed her with purple hair or something. It blew me away... and that is when I decided I wanted to start a blog.

I already have so many things I want to post on here. I think it is entirely possible that I have more thoughts than the average person. By saying that, I do not mean to imply that I am a deeply philosophical person. I simply draw this conclusion from the amount of time my brain spends away from what it should really be focusing on. I don't want to post too much now because then you won't read it. Will you? I don't believe you.

I'm almost done, I promise. Just one little story:
Today, as I was doing the dance we are all so familiar with: shuffle-down-the-aisle-of-your-giant-lecture-hall, I came across a rather largely unaccompanied region in the middle of the auditorium. There was this one seat with the desk already swiveled into place and I thought to myself "Yes. This is where I should sit." It was just so inviting, like it was waiting for me. You might find it silly but... that's why it's my blog and not yours.

Thanks for reading and have a beautiful day.