Story of a life

3/21/16 We, the women (and men) of 21st century have been buying into an idea of self-sufficiency. The idea that marriage is meant to bring two complete people together not to complete two incomplete people. We are not completed by people. We are created complete. Marriage is supposed to enhance and serve as a catalyst for improvement. It is supposed to bring two complete (perfect?) people together who create a beautiful union, create beautiful union, make both their families extremely happy and live happily ever after. On the other end of the spectrum is the notion that marriage is in-fact a means to complete oneself, you know perfect one's imperfections. When one gets married, somehow, one's spouse is going to fill in all the gaps in one's soul, like a magic filler paint which spreads all over your soul, fills in the gaps wherever it finds them and beautifies the rest of you. Again, the end goal here is to be happy. You fill the cracks in another person's soul, t...

12/15/15 "What do I wear today?" She wondered aloud as she entered her mirror-lined, impeccably organized, walk-in closet. Humming to herself, she chose an off-white wool coat and black knee high boots to go with her uniform of a red t-shirt and blue skinny jeans. She looked at the clock, hurriedly wrapped a knitted, black and white striped scarf around her neck, grabbed her travel coffee mug and ran out the door. Today was just another day. **** "What do I wear today?" She wondered aloud as she tried to enter her walk-in closet. Her closet floor was full of haphazardly thrown clothes threatening to spill out of the space and she could barely push one of her feet in to have a look around. "Ugh, man, I need to figure out what to do with all these clothes piling up!", frustrated, she shook her head. "Maybe I should talk to my therapist about it!" She perked up at the thought, pulled out an all-black abaya from the pile on the floor, found a ...

9/25/15 I will be 25 soon. It will be the oldest a girl in my immediate family has been without getting married. Well, on my mother's side of the family at least. My mother has just started pretending that she understands why. On most days, that is. Some days she still doesn't understand why I do not pick from the many suitable candidates that I have. I don't hold it against her. I know that she wants me married and happy. I want me married and happy too. In fact, I am coming to the end of my second five-year plan for life,without having accomplished one of the major goals (that is getting married and perhaps having kids by the time I was 25) and I have no idea how I am going to build my next five-year plan without it. Life doesn't look like how I had imagined it to go five years ago. I went to a conservative Synagogue and the National Basilica today. The trip was epic. It was everything I had hoped for. However, the person who had promised to do the self-curated...