Capacity

When terrible things happen it challenges your capacity. Your capacity for love, strength, bravery, courage and living.

A terrible, no good, really bad thing happened to me this week. Something that came out of nowhere and is seemingly unfathomable. The kind of thing you think didn’t happen…but it did. An out of body experience type thing. A thing that changes your world a bit.

But, I’m not going to rehash what happened, if you know me personally you already know. This is more so a post to help me get my thoughts out. It’s cathartic for me, writing helps me heal.

The world has been one big shit storm lately. This terribleness just happened to hit close to home for me this week. And I’ve been thinking of how you recover from that. How do we recover from the terribly rotten, no good things?

For me, in this moment, there are two options.

One, I can do what I’ve always done and shrink away from the world, pushing everyone I care about away so they don’t have to deal with it. That’s unfair…but it’s easy. I got to that place yesterday, and just felt like everything was dark and twisty and nothing was ever going to be bright and shiny for a very long time. I could stay there. I could shut myself away in my room and close out the world. I wrote the book on that coping mechanism. A few years ago, that’s what I would’ve done. That was my capacity.

I woke up this morning and realized that I’m not that person anymore. My capacity has changed. I’m stronger, smarter, funnier, braver… I’m just more. So option two, choose bright and shiny. Choose to come out on the other side and realize this could have a silver lining. When terrible things happen they challenge our capacity for everything.

Option two for me is the only option. I won’t say that it won’t take time to get back to a place of “normal”, whatever that looks like. But, I can be a little better everyday. All I keep thinking is how much I want to experience, how much I want to do, how full I want my life to be and how much my existence is my responsibility. There can be silver linings in terrible, no good, horribly wrong situations.

I will use this situation to grow my capacity. It’s time to grow the hell up and stop being so selfish. Selfish with time, love and life. My capacity for love, kindness, new experiences, courage, bravery and people will grow. I’ve learned that I need people in my life to share in these things with. I use to think I liked to be alone, that I was good at it. I don’t want that anymore. As easy as it is, it’s not the best existence. Being strong doesn’t mean you don’t need anyone. I want my life to be full and to love harder and give more of my time and self to those people I care about. That’s where the healing begins.

And that’s all I really have to say about it.

Love your people well. Don’t be afraid to take big leaps or risks, apologize when you do something wrong, tell people what you want, take chances, become the best version of yourself and don’t accept anything less. Break cycles of what you think your capacity is and choose to be better. We can always be better. Growth is always possible. Love even when it seems like it’s not going to work, or your afraid, or you’ve been hurt. Just love, experience and choose to be happy. We can be brave together.

The Lionheart Collective Co.

Hello there friends! I want to tell you about a little venture that is a few months if not years in the making.

This idea is grounded in my own path to finding and accepting who I am as a human. It’s been a long process… but aren’t we all there, every second of everyday, all of our lives? But the funny thing is, self acceptance isn’t prevalent in our society. People don’t often say how they really feel or do what they really want. 

I’m tired of it. People being put down because they don’t stick with the status quo. People being bullied. People being downright afraid of their feelings and expressing who they are & what they feel. I’m done with it. 

I hope you are too.

I bring you… the Lionhearted Collective Co. While still in the stages of (what the heck will this look like!) flux, it’s part store and part tribe.

Our mission: Strength. Bravery. Empathy. 

Undoubtedly all the qualities of a collective of lionhearted humans. Embrace who you are and what you feel. Use your gifts to make the world more beautiful and unique. It is only ever going to get one you! Make the you-ness that you are count!

That is the story behind what will be a store, a gathering, a blog, a whatever… so that your voices can be heard.
Be brave. Spread Empathy. Live with strength.

And a little sneak peek at a product I’m working on for my “granola” friends out there 😉! I know I’m not alone!

Why I’m Quitting Whole 30

hans-vivek-216042I’ve accomplished 10 straight days of being 100% Whole 30… day 11 and I’ve come to tell you I’ve quit.

A month ago I decided I would do a Whole 30 in June. This was right before my grand European adventure and I knew I would need recovering after eating all that I wanted. I literally did just that…ate all that I wanted. I had dessert everyday, sometimes twice a day, and it was glorious. Cue #sorrynotsorry.

So when I came back I was jazzed about getting back into the grind , clean eating and my workout routine and all.

First, you have to understand that Whole 30 is not a diet…so stop calling it that. Everyone does Whole 30 for different reasons but it shouldn’t be done for the sole purpose of losing weight. It wasn’t created for that. It was created to help people clean up their diets and eliminate foods that could cause irritations and then teach you how to slowly reincorporate them into a clean 80/20 paleolithic lifestyle.

June 5 I started my second ever Whole 30 with the intent and purpose of cleansing and re-energizing my diet , as well as a way to fast and pray about a few things. Clarity if you will.

So, today… over a third of the way in… I’m quitting. Why? This afternoon I found myself in a high priced juice store asking for an $8 beverage that was compliant with something I wasn’t even enjoying. I thought …what am I doing with my life.

Truth is… I’m a quitter. Also truth, I’m okay with it. I quit when things no longer make sense anymore. I think that quitting gives me an opportunity to take control of my circumstances and say “You know what… I don’t want to do that anymore.” Nope. Not for me. If we can’t #PIVOT in our life… then when can we?

I could give you all sorts of excuses as to why I don’t want to be on the Whole 30 bandwagon anymore: It was too gosh darn expensive, I ran out of good recipes, Being on the go made it too hard, I really need a glass of wine, going out with friends was a nightmare, I already eat clean … but at the end of the day, I just don’t want to do it anymore.

I don’t really expect this to be some grand revelation for you. For me, I found what I’m looking for. I’ve accomplished what I started for.

Whole 30 is a really good jumping off point for those who need a reboot. I am not against it at all. One day I expect that I’ll be crazy enough to attempt it again, maybe for 20 days maybe the whole 30 days… but today I made the decision that 10 is enough.

 

Collecting Countries: Portugal

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Hello lovlies! Most of May was spent traveling for me and doing a lot of soul searching, surprise I know. Even though I have spent a good amount of time traveling this year, it is the most I’ve ever traveled! However, I’ve always been addicted to learning about new places and I’ve made it my mission to turn all the learning, research and pining into real adventures and stories to share.

So, expect a lot more travels coming your way! My favorite stop on this past trip was Ponta Delgada, Portugal. It is part of the Azores and is legit the most beautiful place I’ve ever seen in person. I mean look at this unedited photo… brilliant if I do say so myself.

While we were there, for too short a time I might add, we were able to drive a bus up to this picturesque spot where we had the optimal view of the Lagos das Sete Cidades or the  “Lake of the Seven Cities”.  The lakes sit at the bottom of a dormant volcano and they are ecologically different and have different Ph balances or something that create the look of two totally different colors. I made that up…but it sounds good.

Needless to say, next time I win the lottery or have a bunch of vacation and tax rebates saved up…I’ll be visiting the Azores again, but this time I’ll go hiking.

What about you? Could you see yourself hiking up this place? I want to see your pictures if you’ve been.

Until next time, happy venturing.

Kate

My Anxiety Isn’t Truth

john-towner-117309I have a few friends who come to me with weighty things, well I have a lot people who come to me with weighty things. I am THAT friend. The mom, the listener, the one who can give you sage advice. This is not vanity, I just know that role I play in a lot of my relationships. I can handle the heavy stuff. Sometimes.

You deserve to feel the full spectrum of human emotion. This is my sage advice. This is my mantra. When days get really tough, for no apparent reason, this is what I tell myself. But, even though it is true… I don’t believe it in my bones. I still hide behind falsities of cheer and fake smiles because fake it ’til you make it right?

The past few weeks I have been so inspired by those who have talked about their anxiety in a real and authentic way. So , in an effort to bear more of my authentic life; an effort to make you understand that most people who appear to have it all together don’t; and an effort to let you know you’re not alone, I share my heart.

At the end of the day, a lot of thoughts are still my own…because well, they are crazy. I know that my anxiety is just lies, my depression is just lies and that I can do a lot of things to make it better; but in this moment, in this point of time — before all granola visualizations and prayer — before all of that, this is what I feel. This is my inner monologue. I know it isn’t true.

Anxiety & Leaving the House: I am 5-10 minutes late anywhere I go when I am the last to leave the house. I get in my car, then I realize that I used the straightener and maybe this one time the automatic off switch will malfunction so I go in to turn it off. Then unplug it. Then I make sure I turned everything else off. Did I use the stove this morning? Did I lock the back door? Is Fitz secured in his cage? (He almost never gets locked in his cage.) Does he have a toy? Are there any electronics near the cage? If there are any cords around the he will chew them and electrocute and die. If there is anything chewable around, he will pick it up and choke on it and die. If the house catches on fire, he will be stuck in his cage and die. I should just stay in. Now I’m late to work, oh my gosh did I close the garage?

Anxiety & Work: My boss looked at me funny today. What does a non-smile but smirking actually mean. Oh, I’m getting fired. I have nothing to do today, oh crap, I’m getting fired. In my consulting… I’m really bad at media relations. No one is responding. No one. These press releases are damn good and no ones responding. Fired. I’m going to get fired from everything and end up living with my parents and then eventually on the street, forever.

Anxiety & Coaching: People don’t believe me. I haven’t really lost that much, right? Do you think people thought I wasn’t “that fat” before and so now they don’t really care? I just messaged her, OMG I offended her. She thinks I think she’s fat. She thinks I think she’s lazy. Am I wording this correctly? I’m really terrible at this. Oh crap, I forgot to post today, people think I’m slacking. I really did work out, I really did eat healthy. I really do believe in this. Can’t they tell? What if I’m too overzealous. What if I post TOO many selfies? Omg, I hate selfies. I’m becoming one of THOSE girls. Who are THOSE girls? What a terrible thing to think. Crap, it’s 9:30 and I didn’t post anything today. I’m the worst. Do I really post enough to be authentic? What if I fail? I want out.

Anxiety & Dating: Oh, he’s cute. Oh he looked at me. Crap, I have something in my teeth. AVERT GAZE immediately. Look away. Ok, now you made it awkward. Oh, you like me, you’re asking me to dinner? How in the world can I get out of this? Okay, I’m going to go. I don’t like any of my clothes. Okay I’m dressed. Okay I’m here ten minutes early. That’s overeager. I’ll just sit on my phone in the car. *Checks makeup, checks phone.* Crap, I’m a minute late. What if he thinks I’m rude because I’m late? Oh geez, I’m going to die alone. I. AM. SO. AWKWARD. Oh, this is going great, nothing to fear. I am the best at dating. Crap…long pause. Oh, no I talk too much. He’s bored. What to say? Say literally anything. ANYTHING. Why aren’t you talking? *Panic attack*. This is the worst. Oh no, here comes the check. CRAP. Do we go dutch? Do I pay? Do I let him pay? We’re not dating,there is no expectation of him paying. He pays. Whew. Next time I pay. But what does that say? I’m too independent? No, I just want him to know I don’t expect anything. Crap. What if he doesn’t know thats what I want him to know? Oh, now it’s awkward again. Sheesh, this is the worst.

Anxiety & Friendships: This person hates me because I flaked yet again. I don’t want to go out of the house. I’m going to lose all my friends. They think I’m the worst. They are going to die and I’m not going to get to tell them I love them. I am going to die and none of them will come because I flaked out…yet again. Flake. Flake. Flake.

Anxiety & Traveling: I’m going to forget my passport. I’m going to get Taken. I’m going to fall off the boat and die. I’m going to get lost and then taken. I’m going to forget my credit card and be locked in a foreign prison unable to pay my debts. Plane crash. Tapeworm.

Anxiety & Health: My heart just fluttered, heart attack. *Panic attack about heart attack*. Brain hurts in a weird spot, brain tumor. Forget something, early onset AlZ … I’m going to get this. But when… (…mind plays out diagnosis of ALZ & subsequent life…should’ve kept more journals.)

Okay, I’m going to stop there because my anxiety is making me anxious. These are a lot of the real thoughts that go through my head in some of these situations. I was in college before I realized that the very real debilitating episodes I was having were panic attacks. I remember very vividly being crippled with a fear that came out of nowhere about nothing in particular  and seeing spots and trying to calm an anxious heart. I was stuck in that spot for what seemed like eternity, feeling completely and utterly alone in the world. I’ve always had high anxiety and because I am a creative, the scenarios are very real and thought out to me. I understand now that I am not alone in these thoughts. I also understand that coming out about how I feel doesn’t mean that I also don’t believe I am one badass lady boss. I totally still believe in myself. I know that I can accomplish anything but at the same time, I will play out all the scenarios of defeat before it gets accomplished. Because, insecurity is not the same thing as anxiety.

That it is just part of my *flawsomeness* that makes me, me. Hi, my name is Kate and I suffer from mental illness in the form of depression and anxiety. Much like alcoholism or any other addiction, it can destroy your life if you let it take over. But when we talk about our struggles and we do things to ease their presence over us, like exercise, prayer, personal development and practicing self-care…we can have more good days than bad.

The Glass Is Refillable

If you know anything about me or follow me on social media…this past year has been a season of molting. Like a butterfly, (Cheesy, but I can’t really think of any other analogy on this so please bear with me.) I’ve been shedding the layers that kept me from becoming who I was meant to be. Letting go of doubt, fear, expectations, limits, subconscious ideals…etc. It’s been tough. Once I started coaching in December, I decided that part of this process (scary as that may be) needed to be lived out in the open. I needed to be authentic about all areas of my life if I was going to keep this growing process going. I needed to be real real…not just with myself, but with others.

I am what you would call an extroverted introvert. I am equally both, but as I get older I’ve found that I find solace and rest and renewal in leaning into my introverted ways. It is sometimes exhausting to me to be around other people believe it or not. When I am having a very introverted day, week or even month…I just simple can’t force myself to be excited about being in a room filled with people. It’s daunting and it’s hard and depleting. My inner ambivert also battles with the need to constantly build and foster relationships. One on ones and small groups of close friends aren’t nearly as hard, but sometimes…I really just want to go home and cuddle with my puppy.

I want you to know that this is completely real to me, this whole ambivert, extrovert, introvert thing. Some people have been like oh your just shy and quiet…well, no I’m not and I can for sure talk to a brick wall. But the fact of the matter is that we all get recharged in different ways. Mine just doesn’t happen to be in a party-like setting or out in a large gathering…most of the time. It has nothing to do with the people and everything to do with me.

So, I’m going to level with you. In my effort to continuously pursue my best life and authentically share it in front of you. I am here to tell you that it is really really really really   *BLEEPING* hard sometimes. Can I get an amen here? In my newly found pursuit of the glass half full life and my constant need to grow and give, I’ll be honest with you…that glass gets emptied really fast.

I was on my way in to work Tuesday morning and I hit the lever of our parking garage. I mean, I am not going to tell you I am the world’s worst driver but for real, like for real, I think that I need to just take UBER everywhere or maybe God is telling me to live in a city where I can walk everywhere (cough *Seattle* cough). But, I hit it. Then I forgot to go down and make sure everything was okay so I got paged to do that from work. Awesome. So any of my friends reading this who park in the parking garage that can be fun, you know the one, yeah that big dent was me.

I’ve also been dealing with a crazy sinus infection for the last week that I can’t really seem to get rid of. So, when I decided to cheer myself up on Monday, (before the whole garage debacle mind you) I used my free coffee coupon and I downloaded a free Audible audiobook written by Chip and Joanna Gaines. So I am driving in my car on the thirty minute drive home drinking my coffee, listening to my new audiobook…and I start BALLING.

I listen to the book again on Tuesday (after the whole garage debacle mind you), and I start BALLING. What is the deal?!?! The thing is, I cry now. I didn’t use to. I use to be tough as nails, and bottled that s*it up man…rub some dirt in it. But layer after layer, twenty million self development lessons later…I start to show emotion outwardly now. When I have empathy towards another human, when I’m sad or happy or thankful and when I just love.

I kinda cried a lot the week my nephew was born in February. The new baby smell, the thought of possibilities. Then when I started to pray for him and Jase even this week I started balling asking God to give them loving hearts and make them good men who earnestly sought after him. I pray a lot more these days. I don’t really know how not to. It’s not really a super religious experience , its more me just talking to God out loud or in my head just trying to get and keep my head above water. I don’t know if you get that impression yet or not…but I am constantly trying to keep my head above water. I’ve always taken on too much too fast and lately I’ve had to learn how to reign that in and start saying no, and being okay when the ball gets dropped sometimes. Because life goes on and people forgive.

So this book. It’s really not sad or depressing or tragic, it’s just their story. If you watch the Fixer Upper show that they host on HGTV you know that it isn’t just a home improvement show. The couple are two down-to-earth people who just love out loud and do what they’ve been called to do. They create with joy, persistence and gratitude. That stamp is everywhere in this book as I listen to them tell their story. They tell the story of how they met, fell in love, first year of marriage, etc.

So what is it that makes me just ball every time that I listen? I think it really just boils down to this constant thread that is becoming apparent in my life — pursuit. I am no stranger to hustling/busyness, but what am I in constant pursuit of? I know how to work hard, but what am I in pursuit of? What is my purpose here? Where am I creating and inputing value? Are the people in my life adding value or taking it away? Am I scared of the pursuit of what really sets my soul on fire? Why?

Components of their story really resonate with me. The fact that I see a lot of the qualities of Joanna Gaines in myself, (I know, bold ask. But bare with me.). She is tenacious and caring but at some times can be seen as a stick in the mud for being the straight laced one next to Chip Gaines. She constantly has to take care of things, people and places. She’s nurturing but she also struggled with her identity and trusting God when it didn’t really seem like what he was telling her to do could possibly be what he was telling her to do. She boldly declares that people should be doing what they are passionate about every single day.

I love their candidness and the way that they appreciate little blessings and at the root of their story is a whole lot of grace and authenticity.

Sometimes, we don’t know what we should be in pursuit of. Sometimes, what we are in pursuit of feels right but doesn’t necessarily make sense. I accept a lot of that in my current circumstances right now. I don’t know what the next few months hold but I know that this culmination of change is going to come to a head in my life because I feel it. Something big is around the corner. I feel constantly ill equipped to handle big things even though I am always in constant pursuit of them.

I know this revelation has been all over the place. It’s probably poorly written to some, and to me it would be if I were looking at it through my work lens. But I write in all candidness, like I would talk to you in a conversation. If I took the time to really edit it out I would probably cut a lot of it out, but I know that that would not be the most authentic version of what I am writing and how I want to say it. So that is why I leave the errors and the grammar and all the things at this point in time, because I know it would never get published otherwise.

 

I will leave you with one last thought before I wrap it up and blog again in another month. I was helping some friends of mine set up a photo exhibit the other day. While we were setting it up they had these old crepe myrtle branches that someone had given them to hang on the sides of the photos. As I was standing there holding one of these branches, I noticed it was almost split in two. Yet, it still did it’s job. Our lives are like trees. Sometimes we are planted in shallow soil and we don’t really ever take root. But sometimes, when the soil is really fertile and the water adequate, we become big and giant and beautiful. We have purpose in both places, but we don’t always have substance. A broken branch is still a branch, it’s still part of the tree. Just because the tree is partially broken, doesn’t mean it doesn’t have purpose. It doesn’t mean it isn’t usable. Sometimes, we just need to be replanted. Sometimes we just need someone to come alongside us, uproot us and put us on fertile soil so we can flourish. It’s possible for us to be split in two and be resilient and still be useful.

So, my friends, it seems that life is hard. When you do life with other humans you see that.  When you do life yourself, you feel that.

 

But the tree can be uprooted.

The empty glass is refillable.

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

A Call To Action From Your Singles

I sourced a lot of people this week. It was after all “the week of love” …cue eye-roll. Just kidding. Sorta. I know what you’re thinking…geez, here comes another boring self deprecating, “woe is me, I’m single” kind of post. The kind that makes you think that a person is bitter about being single. The kind that makes you pity a person around Valentine’s Day.

Nope. Sorry, not this time. This is a different kind of post.  I was genuinely intrigued around the holiday this year. Not because of the normal hum drum sort of fare that surrounds this candy-coated holiday. The commercialism isn’t something I paid much attention to this year.

Instead, I found myself very curious as to how modern day peeps find their person, build relationships and make a life with another. So I asked questions, and if you know me…it’s a lot of questions. How did you meet? What was your first encounter? Did you go to the movies, a restaurant or do something out of the ordinary? Did you have mutual friends? What did you like? What made you choose to go out a second time? You know…the usual.

With all of my genuinely inquisitive encounters this week, I found some intriguing things to be true. Oh, bye the way…I also interviewed singles. This post is geared towards them and their truth. I’ve been in their camp a long time, and I think I can resonate with what I’ve learned. So here it goes…

Of all the people I surveyed the common consensus was that people either met their significant other through a mutual friend OR they met online. Now, there are some people who met in other ways but they weren’t enough to make a comparable third factor, so we’re just going to call them an anomaly and go about our conversation.

So …online OR from a mutual friend.

I’ve recently read some, not all unfortunately, of Aziz’s book Modern Romance. In it he talks about how crazy it is that an entire generation , our grandparents generation, met their spouse within a few block’s radius from where they grew up. Most everyone met and married someone on their street or within a few blocks. My…times have changed.

What is so crucial to understand is that in that generation people married people who they knew, their friends knew or they just met checking the mail. They didn’t have to/they didn’t want to go beyond those borders to search for anything else.

Lucky for us…and unlucky for us…times and borders have changed. With the advent of social media and the Internet, people are more connected & disconnected than ever! So what does this have to do with being single… a lot actually.

In my case, I’m starring down the barrel of 28 and I’m single. I didn’t meet the love of my life in high school, college, at church small group, on a trip somewhere, in my circle of friends, at my job, obtaining my masters, at my next job, etc. So what do I DO? What is left for me if I don’t meet someone in any of these places. I don’t do the bar scene and I don’t date a lot.

I know what you’re thinking…why don’t you just try online dating. Been there, done that. Like literally. I have no qualms with it, like some , or am I totally opposed. But I have tried it, several times in fact. I’ve run into two main problems with online dating: I’ve met men who treat it like an endless brochure of women who when you make a misstep or you don’t check a certain box they automatically move on to the next person; Or, they just don’t know how to communicate with another person. I can’t tell you how many times I’ve gotten the text message, I think you’re great, but I just don’t think this is going anywhere so good luck. Okay we’ve been out like three or four times dude, like literally, we can be friends or you can call me to tell me this grand revelation. I get it, communication is hard.

So this is my situation with dating, it sucks. It’s why I’m single. Dating is the worst. I even wrote a post about it several months ago. I think we should be intentional about it and realize that on the other end of that telephone is an actual real person …not just a face on some app somewhere. I digress. You should go check it out. #shamelessplug

So where does this leave ME, and you if your not me?

I’m glad you asked. Here are a few takeaways for us singles that I think we would collectively all agree would be really cool. I don’t want to blanket statement a whole congregation of people, so take what I say with a grain of salt. And if you are single and really awesome about it, good for you. Genuinely. I’m titling the short list I’ve compiled — How to help yo single buddy.

How to help yo single buddy

  1. Understand where your single buddy is at. In my case, I don’t want a boyfriend. I want a partner, someone to build a life with. I don’t do serial dating because I hate it. It’s boring and tedious and I’ve become really greedy with my time. I want to meet a person that I WANT to spend time with that will compliment me as a person. My better half per say. I don’t do one night stands and I don’t want to date three dudes at once for free meals out. I don’t do that. BUT, I’m me. Your single may be super pumped about being single. They may want to just meet new people and get to know them. I keep saying I do…but it is a lie. I don’t want to meet a ton of new dudes. I really, truly don’t. I don’t have the time or the inclination. But a lot of people LOVE dating, they really enjoy it. You have to understand what they are looking for in relationships in order to be a good friend in that area to them.
  2. Understand that your single buddy is tired of your pity. Okay, I am not any less of a person because I am not a couple. On the other side of that you don’t have to say things like, “you are so lucky your single, you can do whatever you want.” “You better enjoy things like that now, because once you’re married, you won’t have that freedom.” “You’ll find someone.” Uh, okay. Can you just not. We’re single and that’s cool. You want to be single cool. You want to be married cool. Embrace what you want and quit acting like the other people have it worse or better. Enjoy your season.
  3. Understand we can be content in singleness but also want something else. Okay, this post is about how to help your single friend. Right. So quit telling them to just be patient. Quit telling them they will just find someone. Where are they finding them? Where are they suppose to be patiently waiting for Mr. Right? How about let’s be giving tactical and actionable advice here in this context. It is not wrong for us to chat with you about how we WANT to find someone. Just listen. Your immediate response doesn’t have to be anything other than that.
  4. Understand that YOU have some responsibility too. If you are my friend, you are part of my village. The people in the village are supposed to look out for the people in the village. I can’t tell you how many times friends have told me that they know who would be PERFECT for me, and then nothing. Nobody calls anyone, nobody sets anything up. Just nothing. They just know someone who would be awesome for me. You know how dumb that is. You know how many friends I have who’ve heard the same thing. Why don’t people set anyone up anymore? What is that? Are you nervous that someone will be murdered and you will be the one blamed. That is literally the most outlandish and worst case scenario that I can think of. I can in no way think of a reason that you should not be setting up your friends. If they are a willing participant in said set-up that is.

So, I hope you have gleaned some insight into my heart on this subject. I am not at all saying that you should play matchmaker to every single one of your friends. What I am saying is that the dialog to how we treat singleness should change a little. Because… who doesn’t want to bring a little more love into the world.