Pity, it's a party

So in the last week alone, two friends have gotten engaged, one friend announced their pregnancy, I bought my wedding gift for another friend, and an old acquantance of mine found me online and sent me a ton of pics of herself and her new baby. This is not even counting last week where I went wedding dress shopping with one friend and celebrated the engagement of another.

Let me be VERY clear. I'm SO happy and thrilled for all of the people in my life who are in these situations. They are wonderful folks and I wish them every happiness.

But I'm 26. And single. And feeling increasingly....blank.

I'm starting to feel like Most Likely to Succeed was a joke played on me by my highschool classmates who all secretly knew that I was absent on the day of the 'How to really have a life and get what you've always wanted' seminar.

There is an incredible irony in the fact that I, the girl who has always been the responsible one, the girl who takes care of everyone, is more and more looking like the last one to have a family of her own. In fact, I'm feeling like the very definition of Ironic.

And so, my private pity party continues. Pity, party of One.

But for the rest of the world: congratulations, everyone, on everything. I will continue to smile and laugh and pick out dresses and coo over babies, don't worry. Loving you all is too much a part of me not to.

I'm just having one of those days where I don't understand God's timing, that's all.