I Am Who I Am

Great news! You know the letterpress drawer that has been haunting me for over a year? Well, I took action. Miss Monica was in town this week and I turned my unfinished project's completion over to her capable and distraction free hands. I LOVE the final design. It's perfect and best of all, it's DONE.Sometimes when you least expect it, the heavens smile upon you and you learn something without it hurting. Let's face it, most of life's growing experiences are associated with some discomfort, heartache, or sorrow. The good news is that every once in a while, you learn something through a pleasantly surprising venue.

I'm blessed to be surrounded by a myriad of talented, creative, and altogether amazing people. On Thursday, I went to lunch with one such person. Our conversation ranged from business to pleasure. Inevitabley, the topic of my single status arose. Over the years, I've learned to treat the subject with a positive tone. . .not wanting to be one of those bitter women who hate the world and collect giant balls of cat hair to donate to charity. As we talked, my friend told me about her recently married 30-something brother. For years, he searched for the "perfect girl." Surprise. . .the "perfect girl" doesn't exist. She's a myth that tends to swell in the minds of single men as they age. He finally started dating a girl he had known for over 10 years. Initially, he was intimidated by her accomplishments, independence, and goodness. After a few weeks of dating, he decided to break up with her and went to his sister for advice. She shared it with me over lunch.

The reality of our conversation hit me. I have lots of things, ideas, qualities, and accomplishments, but ultimately, they are meaningless if I don't have someone to share them with. I don't need a husband to fix the toilet (I can do it myself with a rubberband and a paperclip), buy a car, or pick up the dinner check. I need a husband to do all of life's most important things. I need a husband to help me reach my divine potential as a wife and a mother. The other "stuff" is superficial. Over the years, my independence has become a part of my personality out of complete necessity. The good news is that those traits that intimidate some will undoubtedly be seen by the great as assets never to be overlooked, dismissed, or demeaned. I am who I am. I am a single woman without a cat--hear me roar!