Don't get me wrong - I love receiving holiday cards from family, friends and colleagues. I enjoy seeing the photo collages of little kids crying on Santa's lap, memories from family summer vacations to the beach, and family pets playing in the fallen New England leaves.
As I was opening up the glitter-filled envelopes this year, it hurt a bit more than normal. The only holiday card that didn't feature a photo of a family, was sent from my condo management company.
It was abundantly clear just how unusual my situation is at my age - 35 and single with no family of my own to speak of. (Mom and Dad, you don't count this time around.)
Despite those I love frequently reassuring me that my prince will come soon and that I deserve much better than I've received from the online dating world, it doesn't help my cause.
Not only do I believe in the magic of Christmas, but I believe in love. That being said, it's getting more and more difficult to sustain. I need a big time reminder.
It hurts that there is no one special in my life, and just wish Santa and Cupid would cut me a break. I mean, Cupid visits me twice a year (2.14 and 12.24) and never once does he bring me a hostess gift. Rude!
This post is not meant to drum up pity. I just want to share what's going on in my world, and encourage you lucky ducks to count your blessings and be thankful for them everyday.
