Hey G, It's me.
I just wanted to check in with you and let you know I'm doing well. I've really worked hard to develop an attitude that appreciates and enjoys the station my life is currently experiencing. It's easy to embrace the great job and the busy (and fun) social life, and I am really glad you've helped me fold in some meaning (like the volunteer work, etc.) into these chapters I call Life.
I just wanted to let you know that some people are trying to bring me down about my being single, and I'm trying to be strong through all that negativity.
I can take seeing my friends prosper with expanding families. My Christmas cards reflect a veritable menagerie of beautiful children you've blessed my life with knowing. I enjoy hearing those stories about how Baby X is growing and thinking and learning about this wonderful adventure on Earth.
Those moments are really rad.
I'm just not so down with the tough times like when my kid sister calls me a loser for being 30 and single.
Now, I know the amazing Mickdizzle is brilliant and omniscient and the epitome of wisdom. I just think her aim might be a little off on this latest opinion.
It's these lovely exchanges that truly grate on my strength and determination.
God. I can already hear you. But Kate. She's 20 years old. She doesn't know her ass from her elbow. Why do you give her the time of day? Oy vey.
Well, G. It's not so much that I give credence to what she says (because yes, she is still learning the difference between her posterior and her anterior ligaments), it's just that her kind remarks are akin a mosquito biting away at a brown, bloody scab, trying to peel away my confidence.
And I guess that's when I second guess myself.
Am I alright?
Am I a freak for not being married yet?
Why am I still single, anyway?
The questions start swirling in my noggin and then I begin to doubt my independence and circumstance.
Maybe you could do something like put a force field around me blocking all negativity regarding my lack of plus 1 status. Maybe you could whisper little nuggets of positivity in my ear when I'm sleeping.
Or maybe you could just give a swift kick to my sister's ass or elbow.
Whichever one hurts more.