Why 4000 Frogs??

Today was the day.

The latest frog croaked and pushed me over the proverbial "dating ledge".

This latest experience with said frog made me realize it's time to stop keeping my stories a secret. It's time to start documenting and accepting ...This. Is. My Life.  My real, uncensored, can't-make-this-stuff-up, life.

I'm publicly admitting it ... I am single.  I'm not ashamed, but it's not something I'm totally happy about. I'm 35. I have a great job, a couple dogs, good friends, family, my own place, and not to toot my own horn, but I'm pretty fricking cute.  For reasons only known to God, I seem to be destined to date WAY more than my fair share of frogs.  But I'm more determined than ever to keep going on this super slimy journey until I find the one that makes it all worth it.

Whilst I continue to kiss what seems like 4000 frogs, I'm going to take to my laptop like Carrie Bradshaw to make sure I capture and reflect on each amphibian I've encountered over the years.

I'm doing this for a handful of reasons:
1. To share (and perhaps commiserate) with other princesses on their journey who can read my stories and either relate or be grateful they never encountered these frogs themselves!
2.  To reflect on the lessons learned (sometimes re-learned) from each experience.
3.  To remind myself of something I believe to be very true - "everything happens for a reason".
4.  And ... to hopefully look back on one day and see that all of this led me exactly where I needed to be.

I'm not sure I totally believe in fairly tale endings, but I really do hope my prince is at the end of all this (and I hope he gets a kick out of this blog)!