(One benefit of personal drama: it makes you forget about the big picture. It didn't occur to me until this morning, on the #9, that I was facing an anniversary I hadn't in the least contemplated. Which meant I don't get to stress over it in a I-haven't-yet-done-my-2009-Christmas-cards-fashion. Now that's personal progress.)
It seems a good moment to reflect briefly on what I've taken away from 22 months of self-reflection:
1) I would greatly benefit from strings for my mittens.
2) My nephew is now and will probably always be better looking than any of the men I've dated.
Henry (18 mos.) in Florida, February 2010
3) I will probably never again have as nice of a body as I did on my 36th birthday. I'm still sad about this.
4) My time-management skills are eroding every day.
5) Self-challenges with deadlines have been by the far the most effective way at getting me to eat better, exercise better, date better, and write this blog. But not, as you well know, sleep better. That might be the lifelong rock in my shoe.
6) Politics have not yet saved my dating life and, now firmly entrenched in my friend Mike's campaign for Massachusetts State Rep, wonder if I should still be asking the question.
7) I have more boy friends than girl friends and wonder if that has anything to do with the fact that I'm still single.
8) OKC has been wonderful. OKC has been a time suck. OKC has introduced me to several of the more interesting people I'll ever meet. Perhaps it's OK that I signed up.
9) I've done well to write the first female dating blog that doesn't consistently reference Jane Austen novels. Yet. Just 2 weeks ago I picked up Sense and Sensibility for the first time. I can see I am forever attracted to Willoughbys and have no time for Colonel Brandons. I'm well aware it took a near-death fever illness for Marianne Dashwood to see the light. I've been wondering lately what it will take for me.
10) I may be still be single, but I'm a better date than I was 500 blog entries ago. I hope.