Times They are a Changin’

With the changing leaves and colder breeze, I recently had an idea.

I want more voices on this here blog.

If I had a sign it would say, “CALLING ALL SINGLETONS AND MORE!” Male, or female. Old, or young. Games of Thrones fan, or not. I’m looking for some new guest bloggers to hang out and talk about the nitty gritty relationship stuff. Whether you are single OR in a relationship, I want you!

Yeah, that’s right, I’m talking to you married folk, too.

Fill out this form and tell me a little bit about yourself and I’ll check ya out and see if you would fit. You could be a reocurring guest blogger, or a one-hit wonder. It’s up to you! I just know the world wants to hear your story, and this is a safe place to tell it.

This blog is about relationships, and it’s mission is to make people with broken hearts feel less lonely — women feel less insane about having emotions — and men feel less baffled by lady emotions. The goal is simple: let’s talk about the complexity of relationships and lurv. Clearly, there is a lot to talk about, and neverending stories to tell.


Settling Down

A friend posted this on my wall the other day…

Little did she know “settling down” has been on my mind A LOT lately. Partially due to the fact that my best friend is getting married and we’ve been dress shopping a few times in the past month. Mostly due to the fact that (whether I like it or not) ever since I was a wee-one, I imagined getting married and doing all those things married people do. Which is odd because I had no central man figure in my life growing up (which I have a post about coming up) and my mom never dated. Like never. Marriage wasn’t something I was actually exposed to as a child…it was still something I romanticized.

And let’s be real. Damn Pinterest is making me feel a little antsy about settling down. All those amazing wedding ideas just flashing themselves at me. OF COURSE I have to pin them…in a board I call “Futures.”

But at the end of the day, I know I’m not even ready for that. I have plans to move in the next year. I have a lot more to worry about, and it doesn’t involve lace sleeves and trumpet shapes. I still daydream. And I wonder when I know when I’m ready? I guess I’ll know when I’m asked. And for some reason this video made me feel better about it all. Like I’m not the only one…with fears of suburbia (see my Revolutionary Road post) and the urge to settle down.

Yours feeling less alone thanks to Kimbra,


The “In-Loves”

25swf blogI realized last night that some of you may be in love right now. And despite my angsty Fiona-Apple-attitude towards the matter, I realized I may not be completely fair to love. And who wants to read post after post about some sad 25-year-old whining about her heart being torn out of her chest and thrown to a pack of wolves.

But I digress… 😉

I believe in it. Ya know, LOVE. And I know it’s out there. I’m not anti-love. I’m not jaded. Well, maybe just a (wee) bit.

I refrain from saying that love is out there and waiting for me. Mainly because I think that’s part of my problem. Before the latest heart smoothie I have always thought of love as something (someone) out there waiting…Love is not waiting at all. Love is experiencing, loving others, heartbroken and then healing, and most of all…living. It does not wait. I want to find it growing and thriving, not waiting. That’s just dumb.

So I know love is out there, living for me. I’ll meet you one day.

And that being said. I still cringe a bit when I hear about one of my friend’s getting engaged. But rest assure, that’s my own shudder of fear. And if you are older than 25 and getting married, go you. Your chances of divorce go down significantly, and we all need any help we can get.

So to all you out there who are in love—I say, relish in it. Roll around in it. Fold yourself into it. Appreciate it. Respect it. Know that it may not always be there, so nurture it and let it grow. Let it grow into something bigger than love. Something bigger than you. Love is not “the” answer. Horrendous things are done out of love. Maybe with time we should try and rise above love and find something I will call…peace.

Temporarily peacefully yours,