Kids, every now and then during the search for your father, I would hit a really bad dating patch. Ones where the guys I was meeting online and then in person just weren’t doing it for me.
This unsatisfactory experience would lead me into a spiral of panic attacks that I wouldn’t have you so I would become desperate and date even worse suitors and so the cycle continued.
Yes, I was six dates shy of the 28 but I figured that that gave me some time to play with and that I could take a breather, a pause if you will, to just be single and be me.
Just being single, though, as it turned out wasn’t all that bad … I got to do amazing things, like training for the Old Mutual Two Oceans Marathon fun run; having awesome movie dates with your Spirit Mom and aunt Sam; attending concerts and so much more.
Learning the art of being solo was an important lesson and one I would keep repeating for years to come because dating wasn’t the be all and end all of my life.
As your Nan often said to me when I was growing up: “When something frustrates you, take a break from it and do something else. When you return to it, you’ll be refreshed and ready to do it all over again.”
As it turns out, she was right – taking a break led to meeting your father, and ultimately, having you 😉