On any given Friday night, I usually wait until about 5:59pm to decide what to do. I like to keep my options open until the very last minute in case I get a better offer. The idea of someone asking me on a date and agreeing on a time and place in advance has not only proved unrealistic in our culture, but rather unthinkable. Like most little girls, I grew up naïvely thinking that dating would involve candlelit dinners, presents, and mix tapes full of sappy love songs.
However, the older I get, the more skeptical I become that courtship can really exist in the digital world.
Recently, I created a list of things I wanted to do: Go to my favorite cycling class at the gym. Finish all books sitting on my coffee table. Crack open my new cookbook for the first time. Volunteer at the library.
I’ve been between jobs for the last six weeks, so I’ve been taking advantage of the one thing that I have quite a bit of: time.
Down the street from me as a child, my neighbors had a tire swing; tied high in the tree, you had to crawl up, wiggle inside, and then let go before plummeting towards the ground with only a rope to catch you. Trust is a lot like that tire swing. As kids, we don’t think twice before jumping out of trees. Kids are unpretentious and their world is full of adventure with excitement around every corner. They haven’t yet experienced heartbreak, disappointment or developed routines. In a word, children know how to trust.
Somewhere along the way I have lost the trust that I once had as a child. Like most people, I’ve been rejected, lied to, heartbroken, and had my confidence stepped on. The world has a funny way of breaking down our confidence and that is when we begin to …
For those of you who knew that you wanted to be a doctor, a lawyer, or a CPA since the time you started kindergarten, I envy you. Even now, well into my mid-twenties, I still don’t think I can pinpoint what exactly I want to