I went on a date recently but I didn’t want to tell any of my friends. So I snuck in and out of the place and prayed no one would see me. My prayers were answered. I wasn’t hiding because I thought sharing would ruin the relationship. Rather, it’s because I don’t want to tell any more sad stories.
I don’t want to get people all excited about my progress only to go back and tell them there was nothing to be happy about. I’m tired of telling my friends that the great guy we thought was The One has gone the way of his predecessors.
It’s why I’ve struggled with sustaining this entire Messy Thoughts series because I’m starting to look like this unfortunate person who has only sad stories to tell. I don’t want people to hear my name and wonder “what is she whining about today?” I don’t want to be pitied because, well pity sucks.
I can’t even claim to have a hard life. That would be ingratitude at its peak. However, I’m in desperate need of good news to share. I really want to tell you happy stories. But until then…