An 8yr old girl said to me today, “You should marry your cat, even though she’s a girl.” This came after she had asked me if I kiss my boyfriend and I told her that I don’t have a boyfriend at the moment. Feeling slightly mortified and very spinster-like I tried to laugh it off. But it got me thinking… How does one remain strong as a single girl when she’s pushing her ceiling of early thirties? In those moments when I wonder how to do this I go back and read Called to Thrive. You see I wrote that book as much you as for me. I have to trust that God has my future sorted and know that He loves me so He has good things planned. Trusting Him is what helps me.
I also got thinking about Cinderella moments… How do I go through Cinderella moments and come out the other side with my purity and integrity still intact? You know those Cinderella moments when you feel like everyone is at the ball, having the time of their lives (perhaps it’s buying their first home, getting married, having babies, travelling the world) but you aren’t there. Or worse still – you are mopping the floors at the ball or babysitting. I’m not too bothered when I hear of strangers going to the ball. But when people I’m close to start going to the ball well that’s when I start wishing I was going to the ball as well. I suddenly become very dissatisfied with where my life is and want more.
The girl’s comment today made me also reflect on the challenges of being a single female who is a romance writer. Perhaps a disastrous combination because in me it creates this potentially fictional world of romance and leaves me wondering if I am hopeless or hopeful romantic. It makes me wonder if one of the causes of my single status is not that I own a cat, but actually that I am a romance writer. But that's not going to stop me writing or dreaming romance.
I also got thinking about Cinderella moments… How do I go through Cinderella moments and come out the other side with my purity and integrity still intact? You know those Cinderella moments when you feel like everyone is at the ball, having the time of their lives (perhaps it’s buying their first home, getting married, having babies, travelling the world) but you aren’t there. Or worse still – you are mopping the floors at the ball or babysitting. I’m not too bothered when I hear of strangers going to the ball. But when people I’m close to start going to the ball well that’s when I start wishing I was going to the ball as well. I suddenly become very dissatisfied with where my life is and want more.
The girl’s comment today made me also reflect on the challenges of being a single female who is a romance writer. Perhaps a disastrous combination because in me it creates this potentially fictional world of romance and leaves me wondering if I am hopeless or hopeful romantic. It makes me wonder if one of the causes of my single status is not that I own a cat, but actually that I am a romance writer. But that's not going to stop me writing or dreaming romance.