Dear Santa:
Forgive me St. Nick, I know it’s been awhile since I last wrote. It doesn’t mean I stopped believing and, in fact, it may be just the opposite. I have been so fortunate in my 28 years on this great Earth that I have had very little to ask you for … at least once you gave me that kitchen set circa 1984.
As you probably know, it’s shaped who I have become.
I think I could use your help now though. I’m wary of asking for your support, given that there are millions of people in this world that could use a dose of Christmas spirit more than I could, but I’m not sure where else to go. Now, I don’t expect all of these things wrapped up with a nice little bow by next Saturday and maybe not even a year from now, but somewhere down the line (maybe in the next 457 days), you could help a woman out.
I mean, I think I have been at least a fairly good girl this year. Sure there were some indiscretions every now and again, but hey, it was my birthday and it was cold in Wisconsin and the other one was just the realization of a former fantasy. You can’t blame a 28-year old single woman for following through on either.
At times, I certainly tried to be worse (or at least thought about it) and I definitely dreamed about being better.
If it were truly up to me, I would probably be about 11 months into the best relationship of my life. Instead, I left it unfulfilled and unsatisfying and have only been finding the same in searching for a replacement.
So no pressure or anything, but I’m asking you for help in figuring that whole situation out. I’m not getting any younger and I’d really like to meet the person I am meant to make out with every night/brush my teeth beside every morning. Can you give me a sign? A kick in the right direction? A screen name perhaps?
And while we are it, can you do the same for where I am meant to settle down, because I am starting to think [city in the Midwest] is definitely not the place to be. Although I could see where it could be OK for awhile if the former thing worked out, it still doesn’t totally feel like home. And if you can’t find me something nice to come home to, it may be time to move on. I should note: I can deal with snow and bitter cold, as long as there is some sun involved. And some topography … mountains, an ocean, something other than nothing.
Now, if you can deliver the answers to those two things, or even just one of them, it might help me in figuring out whether I am unhappy or happy doing what I do for living. I really hope on all that is green, red and jolly that I could be happy because I frankly don’t have any idea what else I would do. It’s kind of who I am.
I hate to simplify happiness down to just those three categories – love, life and job, especially as we encroach on my first Christmas spent away from my family and the increasing feeling that maybe just a couple days with them could help put things in perspective, but alas … I am.
So now that you’ve had time to process everything Santa, could you please, in short, help me find my groove? I can’t even begin to tell you when I lost it, but I promise I am trying to figure that out and I am willing to do whatever I can to track it down. And I could really use your help.
XOXO,
You-Know-Who
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