I'm 29 and I'm single.
And I'm happy, most of the time. But I would like someone to share life's journey with.
Having said all that, I wasn't thrilled to read that there are fewer eligible men than there are single ladies in my age group. I'm not a betting girl, but I know they're not good odds!
This Bernard Salt bloke has sent me into a bit of a spin. Don't scare me with your stats, crazy numbers man!
And don't get me started on the Catholic Church's suggestion that my fellow single girls and I are "too picky".
Whoa up! There's a difference between being picky and not settling for 'almost right'.
(Plus, I've said yes to every blind date/set up/dare that's been thrown my way. And always say yes to a second date! Picky, I think not.)
Reverend Father Tony Kerin, episcopal vicar for justice and social service in the Archdiocese of Melbourne says that "in trying to have it all, they end up missing out"
They as in young, intelligent, motivated, driven, successful women? Does he mean my wonderful group of strong, independent beautiful friends?
I have friends who are home owners, successful businesswomen, stay at home mums, athletes, artists, renters, world travellers . . . the list goes on, and they all lead fulfilling, rewarding and enriched lives. Most of them have partners, so does that mean they "have it all"? Maybe they do, so one could argue they haven't missed out.
And because I'm single, does that mean I don't "have it all"? I'm more likely to . . . "have it some"?
This whole "having it all" concept has me perplexed. I think you can have whatever you want. Why can't we have our cake and eat it too? Why should we have to settle for a less than fabulous life? None of my friends have, they've all built beautiful, happy lives for themselves and I expect the same for myself. Who wants to lead a mediocre life?
So maybe I am picky. Maybe I'm waiting for my Prince Charming and still have to work my way through a few more frogs. But that's okay, because if I wasn't so picky, if I settled as Fr Kerin suggests, then maybe I'd be stuck with a cane toad instead of holding out for the one meant for me.
And we all know what you do with cane toads. Hit them with golf clubs. That wouldn't fare well in Court if that toad was my husband.
So yes, I'm picky and yes I want it all. And yes I'm frustrated and impatient and in the words of my hero dear Charlotte York, I'm sick of asking "where is he?!"
But as a darling friend told me last week, wouldn't you rather be single wishing you were married, than married wishing you were single?
I am 29 and I am single and I don't have it all, but I don't have it less. I have what I have and I refuse to believe that I'm "missing out".
Don't put pressure on us, you "experts"! We give ourselves a hard enough time.
PS. If you know where "he" is, please send him my way!