Upon finding myself implicated in yet another “Single Bridezilla” debate (this time written by an Australian journalist who contacted me for an interview last week) I can’t help but wonder:
How did this happen?
But I don’t care this time. If 204 people want to waste their time calling me and the other “Single Bridezillas” crazy, that’s their prerogative. Especially because the jokes on them (take a guess who’s traffic has just quadrupled. Actually it hasn’t even quadrupled. It’s eight-drupled. Is there a word for that?)
Nonetheless, I’m amazed. Becoming the poster child for “Single Bridezillas” everywhere wasn’t exactly the reason I went to college (or went on to grad school to complete my MA in anthropology).
Then again, neither was becoming a writer. And the more I think about it, the more I realize that I’m doing tons of things I’d never thought I’d do.
Start a dance company. Seriously, me? I hated my dance composition classes in college. Mainly because I always got stuck with the wacky professors—the ones who’d tell you to squat down on the floor and pretend you were giving birth. You had to complete three semesters of modern dance choreography before the powers-that-be would allow you to venture into anything else and by three semesters, I’d had it. But now I have ideas. I want to choreograph. I want to perform. And the only way to make that happen as a tap dancer in the city of Philadelphia is to make it happen myself. So The Lady Hoofers are holding our first round of open auditions on Saturday, which makes me the official co-founder of a professional dance company. Whoddathunkit?
Make my living as a teaching artist. My mother always told me I’d end up working five jobs to pay the bills, and as much as it pains me to say this, she was right. I always figured I’d end up in arts administration or museum education, someplace with an actual office, complete with office gossip and long lunch breaks. Instead I work five jobs. And since I made the decision to leave The School, I’m actually enjoying it.
Write a blog. I always thought bloggers were weird, or at the very least obsessed with weird things, like cats or Mormon bashing. (Or planning weddings.) But heck, here I am three blogs and 1,500 subscribers later. (Did you know I wrote a blog before Fieldwork In Stilettos? I actually started blogging during my junior year at Oxford then picked it up again when I moved to London. The idea for Blog #3 came along when I was working as a Front End Specialist at The Shop. Talk about your humble beginnings.)
Date dozens of men. I thought I was going to meet the man of my dreams in Oxford. (Didn’t happen.) Then I thought I’d meet the man of my dreams in London. (Didn’t happen.) Growing up, I always had this feeling that I’d marry young but I couldn’t have been more wrong. I had a lot to get out of my system and even now, when The Wedding Date and I are going through a particularly rough patch, I wish I’d dated 30 more men before meeting him. There’s something to be said for the value of experience—of having been there, done that and already made that mistake. I do feel like I’m making fewer mistakes with The Wedding Date than I have in any of my past relationships but I’m still a work in progress. (Then again, aren’t we all?)
Date a man with children. I can still remember the moment when TWD told me he had children. It was our first date and it was all I could do to keep from running to that bathroom to text one of my girlfriends. Actually, wait— no— that’s exactly what I did. I was shocked. I’d never dated anyone with children before. And yet the way TWD is with his kids is one of things I respect most about him, and here we are a year later already planning our next cruise—with the kids this time.
Give online dating workshops. I ordered new business cards for tonight’s session of Online Dating 101. They contain the words “dating expert” and I kind of want to smack myself in the face when I see them, but heck, I’ve always been into romance and Jane Austen and Sex and the City. And it turns out I have a lot to say about dating. I wasn’t sure I’d be up to the task of three articles a week for HotDateIdeas.com but I’ve written dozens now and there’s plenty more where they came from.
So here’s to life turning out not-quite-the-way-you-expected. To life turning out better than you expected it, in fact.
(And to all the haters out there, let it be known that this particular “Single Bridezilla” has a hot date with her boyfriend tomorrow night, to see Giselle performed by Pennsylvania Ballet no less.)
Now it’s your turn: what unexpected surprise has life tossed your way?