At last, the snow is melting and birds are chirping and I'm running low on washer fluid. Not to mention, I've pulled out a few cute skirts for the changing of the season. I wore one to church on Sunday ... aka a day for a cute skirt and frozen legs. At least I didn't add flip-flops to the mix.
I picked up a new book after lunch on Sunday. It was in the bargain section but it looks awful interesting. I promise to write more about it once I get through it all. So far it's a nice feeling book. A good size, nicely textured pages, good font size etc. The writing style is a cross between textbook organisation and fluid prose. The content of which is, of course, acutely applicable.
But then again, I've recently described myself as "thoroughly enjoying being single". Do I honestly believe this? While, yes, at some point in my life I would love to meet and marry my God-prepared husband -- what about right now...am I content?
I think it all goes back to the article Mark commented about a while back ... society, church included, still makes marriage the norm and singleness the freakshow. And somehow, every so often, the single folks wonder if that label called 'single person' implies a deeper defect. We tout words like 'spinster' in jest--all the while wondering if that is the next title that will eventually stick itself to us.
I suppose all this simply means is that I really don't know who I am just yet. If I knew who I were, these potential labels and their consequences would not weigh so heavily.
Good enough then. Time to curl up with a cup of tea, a plump cat or two and a rather large pile of crocheting for the evening. ;)