Tuesday, December 21, 2010

On the Eve of my 30th Birthday...

I've been a terrible blogger these last few months... I've been an excellent Singleton, but a horrible blogger.  So, I apologize and thank you for sticking by me when I dropped the ball.  I intend to make it up to you.  Thanks to an amazing friend, I will now have the ability to post, comment, share, expound, rant and rave all hours of the day and night.  I am no longer confined to the mere thirty-minute lunch break blog squeeze-in.

Speaking of thirty... As I realized this afternoon that it was high time I contributed to the blogosphere again, I thought there was no better time to publish my Singleton manifesto than on the eve of my thirtieth birthday.  (Deep breath, deep breath...keep repeating "thirty does not equal death," "thirty does not equal death.")

I'll wholeheartedly (and moderately embarrassingly) admit that I have very little to update you on as far as any changes in my Singleton status.  So far, still single.  I have shied away from all things online dating, with the rare exception of viewing an email/poke/pathetic attempt at communication from someone on a free site.  I realized that my decision was a good one when I was recently sent a message entitled "FastWhiteBoy  would like to meet you."  Although I eventually gave him the benefit of the doubt and assumed that he was "fast" because maybe he liked cars (probably optimistic for Plentyoffish.com), I didn't intend to find out for sure.  But don't start feeling bad for me yet... I have not been bored.  I've somehow managed to catch some borderline inappropriate attention in unexpected places that, although unrealistic and not at all potentially fruitful, has certainly kept me on my toes and has helped me (eh-hem) hone my skills in male/female communication.  I'm getting better... All these lessons are going to make me an excellent girlfriend for someone...someday...hopefully soon...any takers?

Speaking of lessons... You haven't had to know me long to know that I have a certain affection for lists.  So, because I don't have any new men of Singledom to introduce you to right now (hopefully that will change in the near future, maybe he'll even bypass the Wall of Shame over there) I'd like to stick to form and present What I've Learned About Myself in My First 30 Years.

  1. I have learned who I am at my core.  I've weeded through the false pretenses, the facade of social acceptance and the fear of being the woman that God made me to be.  I want you to like me, but if you don't, I'll find someone else who will and that's okay! 
  2. I will never be one of those patient, quiet, elegant women, but I think I have a graceful style all of my own.
  3. I'm attracted to men who look good with facial hair, have great, masculine hands, who are passionate about something but nothing in particular and who push me outside of my usual comfort zone (this could be heavily influenced by the fact that I've got "Dirty Jobs with Mike Rowe" on in the background.  But, I'm going with it anyway.).
  4. I'm a good sister and friend, but I have a breaking point.  I can only take so much.  I'm good at doling out a healthy helping of tough love and will eventually give it to you whether you want it or not.  But, I'll still be there loving you when you stop being mad at me for it.
  5. I'm good at what I do for a living.  I'm not an expert by any means, but I'm improving year after year.  And I truly enjoy and get excited about it.  I never thought I'd say that about any profession that didn't involve writing or editing books.
  6. I have realized that I am not good at everything I attempt.  I know most of my strengths and a whole ton more weaknesses.  I think it's just as important to know what things aren't your strong suits.
  7. I've learned that I'm horrible at accepting compliments.  My thirteen-year-old, pimply face, overweight, awkward inner-girl almost always doubts their sincerity.  But the thirty-year-old woman is learning to admit that I deserve them and to truly appreciate them.  And sometimes revel in them.
  8. I can sit in a room by myself and totally enjoy my own company.
  9. I've learned to love the fact that my birthday is three days before Christmas.  Although it's usually very difficult to plan and coordinate a group gathering, it's wonderful that I get a few minutes of celebration in the midst of the most festive time of the year.
  10. I'm the one in the middle of chaos who stays relatively calm.  I can talk most people down from the ledge, and although I may be bursting apart on the inside, I'm very good at hiding it.
  11. I love flannel pajamas all year round and cute shoes no matter how impractical or uncomfortable they are; I will probably never stop twirling my hair when I get bored, and I still have that feeling that I'm going to be famous one day.  (<- these were all too silly for their own line.)
  12. Sometimes I may feel alone, but that's never truly the case.
  13. I've come to realize that I give my priorities my time and ignore those things that are not priorities.  I may need to reprioritize, but this is what I do.
  14. I'm starting to be okay with just being Melanie.  If I don't find the other side of the ampersand, I think I'll be okay.  I'm independent, financially stable, and comfortable where I am in life.  I'm not going to wait to do things anymore until I "have someone to do them with."  I'm not going to use my Singleton status as a crutch to stay at home and miss out on life.
  15. I love tradition and stability, but need some zest and spontaneity every now and then.
  16. I'm a perpetual learner.  I never get tired of being a nerd.
  17. Although other people may say the opposite about their own experience, high school was the worst time of my life.  But, I'm thankful for the friendships that still exist because I was in a certain place at a certain time, no matter how difficult it may have been to live through it.
  18. I always worried that if A&E ever did a "Biography" episode on my life, it would take about three minutes and everyone would be asleep within thirty seconds.  I'm no longer worried.
  19. It really is better to give than to receive.
  20. I truly want to see the world.  I don't want to see it in movies or pictures or magazines.  I want to see it with my own two eyes.  I don't want to get to the end of my time here on this earth without seeing the most of it I can.
  21. I need to work on patience.  Lately, I have none.  I wonder if I could borrow it from someone.
  22. I have high expectations when it comes to my future partner.  And that's okay.  I think...  I hope...
  23. I'm learning to be comfortable in my own skin.  Although there may be some things I'd like to change and several that I actually can (without surgery!), I'm diligently trying to see past the imperfections in the mirror and notice the things that I like about the external version of who I am.
  24. I get attached to material goods.  I attach memories to things and although I'm not anything like "Hoarders," I do hang on to things longer than I should.   And silly things too, like papers or coasters from random restaurants or Happy Meal toys.  Don't ask.
  25. I truly want to be a good person, but I want it to come naturally like it does for so many of my friends who continually astound me with their generosity and compassion.
  26. I've learned to worry less and trust more.  There's still a lot of room for improvement here, though.
  27. I know myself well enough to know that my feelings are still pretty sensitive about certain issues.  I can bounce back and move on, but I probably won't forget it any time soon.  That's not the best way to live, but that's where I am today.
  28. I am excruciatingly loyal.  If you hurt my friends, you've hurt me.
  29. I love old fashioned things and am a hopeless romantic.
  30. (And one of the hardest lessons I've learned) Not all people think the same way I do.  Even people who were raised in the same house as I was, or people I thought were on the same page as me look at life the same way I do.  They don't think the same things are funny or sad or heartwarming.  That doesn't make them better or worse, just different.  It's hard to grasp that someone might not look at a situation with the same level of compassion or disgust or sympathy or joy, but I'm training myself that this is life.
So, with a little over an hour of my twenties left, I tip my hat to you for sticking it out with me through this year and helping me learn these lessons, which are just a few of the many.  Here's to many more years of becoming the best woman, friend, sister, coworker, daughter and future wife I can be.  After years of thinking that I would bemoan this moment, I seriously can't wait to get started.  Bring it, thirties, bring it.


  1. I said more, but then the computer ate my post... happy belated birthday anyway!

  2. So I randomly decided to check your page, even though I had been disappointed the last couple of times with no new updates, and I'm glad to see you are back. Happy Birthday, Merry Christmas, and Happy New Year!!

    I like #30 - it's the most difficult thing to understand. Personally I think I am always right, but there is a slight chance that there are other ways of looking at things. Yes, a very hard lesson to learn indeed.


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