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It’s Sunday morning, 4 days after Freezing my eggs and I’m starting to wonder if I was too vocal about my Egg Freezing journey. Will men think i’m absolutely mad? or will the right man understand that i’ve always had a public platform. Writing, typing, and sharing has been my coping mechanism for more years than not. It started with a fuzzy Pink Polly Pocket Diary and transformed into the internet (as we currently know it).
The thing is, I don’t share about my dating life (or lack of) on the Internet. But also? I don’t believe my future husband is scrolling through TikTok on a random Tuesday evening either. I strongly believe dating apps are a lost cause. I’ve downloaded them, un-downloaded them, filled in awful prompts, read creepy messages, and swiped left more times than not.
Bridget Jones once said “unless something changed soon I was going to live a life where my major relationship was with a bottle of wine and I’d finally die, fat and alone, and be found three weeks later half-eaten by Alsatians” I would also like to highlight that she said this at the ripe age of 32. It’s almost engrained in us that If we turn 30 without a ring on our finger we are suddenly behind in life’s rat race.
People also assume that because I have an 11 year old son that i’ve been married before (which couldn’t be further from the truth). I have never been engaged, nor married and if i’ve lasted 33 years without settling you can bet your life that i’m not going to settle now.
I joked a few days ago that instead of doing another egg-freezing round I might as well take a trip to Bora Bora instead.
I have a long bucket list of places I would love to travel to and experience. But as the clock ticks on I’m now considering taking these trips with my son, opposed to a solo “Eat, Pray, Love” expedition.
I’m constantly reminded that sometimes the nontraditional way of doing things brings the greatest joy.
The untraditional, unconventional route in life.
