My friend Kristin is like a sage to me. We were friends in college; then, my senior year, she was my supervisor in the campus writing center. She left Minnesota for grad school– first out to LA, then to Chicago– before coming back to teach English at our alma mater, where I work in the admissions office. It was during round two of her life in Minnesota that I really got to bond with her. She knows scripture so well, and she is unbelievably wise. And really gracious. She is someone whom I can talk to about all my weird, really-out-there ideas without judgment. Instead, she pours wisdom into my life.
She has been living in Nairobi, Kenya, for the last year and a half, and she recently blogged about an issue that I am really feeling at this time of the year. I hope you’ll hop over to her blog to read it.
Here’s the first little bit:
All the Single Ladies: Facebook Holiday Survival Guide
Sometimes, it feels as if facebook is trying to tell me something. This morning, for instance, posts and links accumulated such that I felt like a detective at the end of a mystery novel—all the pieces were falling into place.
Post One: “He asked. I said yes.”
I’m not usually overly sentimental about such things, but this friend, who is about ten years older than I am, has been a particular influence on my life for the past couple years. This is often the case when you are a single adult woman and you know other single adult women who are older than you–especially happy, balanced single women who just like you don’t want to always be single but still manage to be, well, happy and balanced in their singleness. At some point, the age differentiation becomes very important–after this point, when people younger than you get married, you get angsty (why don’t they just wait their turn, for Pete’s sake?); when people older than you get married, you get hopeful (see? it’s possible!). Selfish, yes, but also true.
For the rest of her holiday survival guide, click here