New Years (aka my deadline) is less than 8 weeks away. If I were a gambler, I'd know that the odds in my favor… well, there aren't any odds in my favor. Let's see. What's the opposite of a sure thing? However, from my vantage point, things don't look so bleak.

I often get asked from other single women, how do you stay so hopeful when you've been hoping for so long and not getting results? And my answer has always been, "because it's the option I most prefer!"

I get to choose how I see my future. I could see it as a future without a husband. And please know that I realize that's not a bad future. I could be happy either way. But my desire is to have a life partner. And if I squelch my desires (especially when those desires are healthy, normal, and even honorable), or if extinguish every bit of hope just because things don't "look" like they're working out, well that's not much of a future.

So with only 8 weeks to go, the way I see it is that I just need one glorious "I can't wait to see him again" first date to set the stage for a fat lady with a sudden case of laryngitis!