You round a corner and you are here. And you begin to cry a little when you realize that it will not be fancy and there will be no amuse bouche and most certainly no Michelin star chef and that you are supremely overdressed. And it could not be more perfect.
When people hurt or frighten us and the differences between us erupt in anger, we have an opportunity to practice and strengthen these qualities.
This probably isn't what our grandmas had in mind. Yes, we all have degrees. Some of us are well traveled. We have nice things too. We might also own homes and make a really nice salary. Sure, these things are fantastic. Having the choice to obtain them is key. They need to be part of the buffet, but we should start to shift towards balance earlier on.
Was surviving our sojourn an achievement worth noting on a resume? And more importantly, am I so terrible a travel partner as to note mere survival as a successful outcome? This would require serious thought.
The stress of parenting overwhelmed me long before I became a parent, starting with a series of fertility tests, for which, unlike the SAT's, there are no tutors or Kaplan course to help.
When couples love each other, they think they'll move in together and agree on basic living arrangements. Unfortunately, it's easier to love someone than to live with them.
Smarts, a sense of humor, a good heart and a willingness to go through the rough parts of life are the relationships that are able to withstand the very many unsexy moments of real life. And the knowledge that great relationships take work. The good kind of work. The rewarding kind.
The truth about love is that it can happen at any moment. It can happen right away, like it did for my mother. It can happen in five years, six months. Or it can happen in just two weeks.
I worry that we are so used to jumping in and out of relationships that we don't even know what's worth fighting for anymore.
I know how it feels when the people in your life do crazy with unparalleled proficiency and panache. Sometimes it seems your only option is to unleash a well-deserved mix of rage, inarguable criticisms and the list of how you do the whole living thing in a superior fashion.
What makes it so difficult to deal with chronic complainers is how resistant they are to support, cheering-up or advice. The secret to dealing with a chronic complainer is to first understand his or her mindset. Here are three pieces of advice...
I believe in marriage and I believe this new generation has a shot at getting it right. They know each other better, they have more life experiences, they have goals and aspirations that they tackle as a couple. They get it.
We believe there is really no mystery here. When we go away, we manufacture the ingredients that make sex work. These same ingredients can work at home if we know what they are and build them into our lives. Here are some crucial ones.
In an effort to better understand the reality of how distant Barbie is from the average woman, I created a parody featuring what her breasts might look like at her current age of 55-years-old. It's a sad, sad truth but as women age, their breasts go south.
By better examining our thinking through a more scientific process and softening our internal and external response to failure, we are better able to continue our journeys in personal growth in order to advance ourselves, those around us and, hopefully and ideally, mankind.
The next time you're in a coffee shop, don't overlook that 70-year-old sitting in the corner reading Dickens, Hemmingway, or maybe even a copy of The Transhumanist Wager. That senior citizen with their years of wisdom and experience might soon be fair game for a love interest.