This past spring, I dated a guy who was 14 years older than me with 3 children.

He was a PR writer for a global company and a published author of a Barnes & Noble best seller. His children were 10, 8, and 6. Sophia was 4, and at the time I thought, “Omg. Meant. To. Be.”

(Rolls eyes hard)

After 10 or so dates and talking on the phone every night for 1-2 hours for 30 straight days, he dumped me over Facebook messenger.

I was surprised. We’d never even communicated over Facebook, so that part was strange. But either way, I didn’t see it coming.

After about 29 minutes of bathing in my own misery, I got over it because I chose to find value in what I learned from him and what he unknowingly taught me about myself.

Turns out, deep down, Sam can’t handle 4 children. Sending out a huge high-five and a bottle of cab to all the women that can. Sam also can’t handle talking about retirement and social security, and worrying he’s gonna break a hip or blow a knee every time we go on a hike.

All that aside, I did learn a lot about writing a book ;)

Still rocking the single life, I often ask God how much more learning there is to be done, and He usually just smiles and says, “Trust the process and enjoy the ride.”

7 years ago today, I was sitting at a table eating cake in a wedding dress.

To potholes, assholes, rough roads, and smooth — cheers to enjoying the ride.

(September 20th, 2021)