Wednesday, September 2, 2009

Amy Fabulous: My very own Choose Your Own Adventure book

Your twenties are such a whimsical time of your life. Your twenties marks the decade where you will endure your many firsts –your first real job, first love, first home, first reality check…

Looking back at some recent events of my life I’ve realized that, life is like a Choose Your Own Adventure novel. You make these critical decisions that ultimately sway you on one path or another. Each path heading a different direction, with its own twists and turns, destination unknown.

In love – when I was younger, I always thought you were destined for your one and only soul mate. However, I’ve realized that you can have many loves, and you may even share love with a soul mate but not end up being with that person.
You may question, “Whatever happened to the belief that love is predetermined by fate and stars and all that other magical stuff – this theory of multiple loves is surely not romantic enough!”

Sure it is. I’m not saying to have multiple relationships at a time, I’m saying that it’s about finding a person you are truly compatible with and letting love develop with that person. “Once your love develops, he will become the only one for you…It is your heart not destiny, that turns a mere man into a unique, irreplaceable partner for all your ways” (Kearns). ...

Read the rest: Amy Fabulous.
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Thirty and *gasp* single

It started about five years ago. Everyone – and we mean EVERYONE – got married. Being in a university sorority meant we knew a lot of women – some as close friends, some as acquaintances and some simply as recurring names in the endless stream of gossip that permeated our lives as part of the so-called “Greek system.” Back then we were like all the other girls – crushing, flirting, dating, crying, begging, breaking up, getting back together, falling in and out of love and, from time to time, daring to dream of our future weddings. What would the dress look like? How many bridesmaids would we have? And – most importantly – who would the groom be? We were all travelling the same path at that time; all puzzling over the complexities and emotions of “being in a relationship;” all wondering (and worrying) – when would that wonderful, white day, with its “I dos” and promises of everlasting love and happiness, come?

And then we came to that big, fat intersection. You know the one. You can either take a right, hit cruise-control and coast down scenic Wedding Way, where the sun shines and the birds sing and all the floral arrangements match the place settings or hang a left, shift into four-wheel drive and do your darndest to navigate Lonely Lane, a rocky, winding, unpredictable route fraught with potholes, landmines and seats at the singles’ table (it’s the one at the back of the room, in case you didn't know). Read more.