Just when I thought Christmas was over, I woke up this morning — a full week into the new year — to a blanket of snow on the ground, Rudolph the Red-Nosed Reindeer peeking at me through the window, and the sound of Santa’s “ho ho hos” ringing out in the distance. It was heavenly!
And then, almost suddenly, the NyQuil wore off and I realized my Christmas reality was nothing more than the remnants of a terrible cough and cold. The snow on the ground? At least 200 used tissues thrown haphazardly about in my sleep. Rudolph? Oh, wait. That’s just me and my big, sniffly red nose staring back at myself in the mirror. And Santa’s “ho ho hos?” Why, those were merely my own “hack hack hacks,” echoes of a nasty cough that just won’t quit.
Yep, you guessed it. I got sick over the holidays, which is part of the reason I haven’t blogged since Christmas Eve. The other part is that I purposefully set out to not blog over the holidays. You see, for anyone who takes blogging seriously, there is a lot of pressure to write consistently, to always come up with new content. In order to “make it” as a blogger (translation: grow your readership), you can’t just blog once in a while. You need to write often and write well.
But sometimes even bloggers need a break. And that’s exactly what I took this past holiday — a break. That was all part of my grand plan — everything except the “catching the family bug” part. Not pretty.
Now I’m back home, kicking it with three days straight of long naps, a full round of antibiotics, and a steady cycle of DayQuil and NyQuil (and then DayQuil again). Probably not the best state to be thinking about new year’s resolutions or goals or dreams. When I’m this hopped up, one second I dream to be the next president of the United States, and the next second I dream about spiders. Just spiders in general. (But that’s what I get for watching three episodes straight of “Infested!”)
This blog has been a journey — a reflection of my personal dating journey. Sometimes it’s funny, sometimes sad, sometimes romantic, sometimes pathetic. And it’s all mine. As I look forward to this year to come, I’m thinking about where this dating journey will take me.
The easy answer (and the one I’m sure my parents want to hear): Marriage!
But, as a writer, I need to dissect that grandiose dream into its smaller parts. After all, as Psalty the Singing Songbook says, “We’re climbing that mountain one step at a time.”
On Christmas Eve my Match.com subscription expired. And just a few weeks earlier, my eHarmony subscription expired. And for the first time in quite some time, I chose not to renew them. I’ve blogged about this, but the last six months of online dating had been particularly barren for me. No matches, no interest, no hope. So renewing at this point seemed like a waste of time and money.
Perhaps one day in the future I’ll re-activate my online dating profiles to see if anyone new has entered the mix. For now, though, I face 2013 with a startling resolution with regard to dating: I resolve to meet eligible men face to face. You know, the old fashioned way — striking up a conversation at a bar, discussing the front page of the newspaper at the local coffee shop, asking his advice while getting an oil change. Lord knows I’m going to have to get creative… and brave.
Because it takes guts. And there are times when I feel like I might actually have enough guts to do it. Regardless, I enter 2013 on my own. Happy. Single. Employed. Thankful. Slightly nervous. And excited to continue sharing my story with each of you along the way.
Did any of you make new year’s resolutions concerning your dating life? I’d love to hear them!
P.S. If you haven’t heard, I was interviewed by RELEVANT Magazine in their January/February 2013 issue! Check out Emily Miller’s article titled “Breaking the Ice” for my take on the current dating scene. Read it on RELEVANT’s website or pick up a copy at a Barnes & Noble or a Christian bookstore near you.