Because love is permanent

Some things claim to be permanent but actually aren’t—yes, even those trusted Sharpies can fail us.

But leave it to a Disney character to remind us of the one thing that will never falter.

A little more than a week ago, the radiator in my car decided to die, and there was a moment I thought I might actually die when smoke started coming out of the front of my car, and I was certain it was about to explode with me in it. The one good thing that came out of this was that I got to drive a BMW SUV for a while for the price of an economy car rental. I definitely like when things work out like that. I’m not really a fancy person, but you give me heated seats and all of these ridiculous and superfluous features (but especially the heated seats), and I’m hooked. I offered my RAV4 to the rental place to trade straight up, but no deal.

Sure, take our chairs.

Later that evening, my friend Cali and I went to dinner and then decided to drive out to a fun bar/restaurant about 20 or 30 minutes away. I mean, we got to ride in heated seats the whole time and cruise in a car that neither of us can afford (#teachersalary), so why not? We sat down at a table for four, and it wasn’t long before a woman came our way and asked if she could take one of our extra chairs. A short time later, a man came over and asked the same thing for the other extra chair. We hadn’t been there that long—how did they know we didn’t have people coming to join us?

When you’re single, whether they intend to do so or not, people have a way of reminding you that you aren’t actually saving a chair for anyone.

Like probably many people, I love the holiday season. The smells are wonderful, and there’s this unseen but completely felt transition that takes place in society—people are generally more thankful, more giving, more thoughtful, and more available than during other times in the year. Maybe that’s why there’s that song “It’s the Most Wonderful Time of the Year.” Go figure.

At the same time, though, it can also be a rather difficult time for some individuals. In a way, it’s a constant reminder for people who are single or alone. I love Target with my whole heart, but the GIANT DISPLAY of family matching pajamas is kind of a slap in the face when you have no one to match with you.

Two hip 30-somethings who love Disney movies

My sister and I went to see Frozen 2 the other night (highly recommend), and once again, that Olaf charmed his way even deeper into my heart. He has such a remarkably beautiful outlook on life. I won’t give away too much of the movie, but the sweet little snowman says something that has a way of ingraining itself in your mind and heart because it’s so genuine and so true: “Hey, Anna—I just thought of one thing that’s permanent: love.”

Olaf gets it.

The pumpkin spice latte and peppermint mochas will fade as the seasons change. The decorations will be taken down. The snow will melt (except for Olaf, obviously). The generosity, sadly, might become less generous. The family togetherness might lessen. The radio stations will go back to playing their standard tunes. The airlines will see a slight decline in mass travel for a while. The overall magical feeling that the holiday season brings will dwindle. So many more things will fade, but love will not.

Because love is permanent.

Angels

I know that I’ve never actually been in a relationship, but I do know what love is and what love does. I also know that it’s not reserved solely for romance. It’s not meant for one day or one month or one season or one year or one whatever—it’s forever and always.

When I look at my family, the truth of permanent love makes much more sense to me. We’re imperfect people who have been through quite a bit together, but we’ve never once thought about giving up on each other. When you truly love people, you don’t turn your back on them. You fight their fights with them, you let them cry their tears to you, you celebrate their victories with them, and you help them up and remind them of who they are when they feel like they simply can’t keep going. That’s what love does.

Because love is permanent.

I don’t need to get down about Target not making holiday PJs specifically for singles or about people taking chairs from my table when they make their own assumptions. I’ve got my people. Sure, I may hope for a permanent love with my own Ryan Reynolds-esque guy, but I’m going to let myself sit in the joy of knowing that a quirky little snowman has reminded me of something that I need to not only continue to remind myself every day but also continue to remind those around me by the way I live.

Apparently I needed more momentum.

The goals we attain won’t last forever. Our looks and talents will fade. The struggles we face will eventually end. Money and awards and trophies won’t carry over into eternity. And so many other things we feel and endure and earn are fleeting. But love? That stuff’s permanent.

Just ask the snowman who is made of nothing but love and survives all of the elements.

Because the holiday season can be tough

I love almost everything about Christmas—the scents that permeate throughout the air, the general feeling of love spreading everywhere, the beautiful lights bringing life to homes and streets, and the togetherness that becomes so integral.

But that togetherness aspect can also cause a lot of pain—especially when you don’t have it.

My sweet friend Monique shared a quote with me the other day (I’m not actually sure where she got it—Pinterest, maybe—and I didn’t even ask. I just thought it was really good and one of those things I needed to hear in the moment in which I was at the time.

Sometimes it takes learning how to be perfectly lonely just so God can show you what being perfectly loved feels like. Never doubt the season He has your life in.

Quite honestly, the holidays are the best (and by “best,” I obviously mean “worst”) time for a single gal to feel lonely. You look around, and almost everyone you know is coupled off and enjoying holiday festivities together. The Hallmark Christmas movies all end perfectly for the women who suddenly fall in love and realize that they’ve found their lobsters. The TV commercials all feature families or people in love doing all of the things together. Target puts out an entire section called “MATCHING FAMILY PAJAMAS” and not “MATCHING SINGLE GIRL PAJAMAS” or a simple “MATCHING PAJAMAS.” (I love you with my entire heart, Target, but I cannot thank you for that stake to my heart right now.)

This will be the first Christmas that I’ve ever been away from my family. Sure, a handful of people I know out here have offered to have me join in on their gatherings—which is so thoughtful, and I’m incredibly thankful—but being a part of other people’s traditions and celebrations together won’t be the same (and might even be slightly uncomfortable if they do gift exchanges as I sit there and watch it all or scroll through Instagram), even though my family doesn’t actually do anything super special.

I already feel the pains of missing out on my niece Evie’s first Christmas and precious time with my niece Olivia as she celebrates her third Christmas. And watching The Grinch or Christmas Vacation or any of the Pitch Perfects or really any movie with my sister. And my parents having a stocking ready for me as my mom reminds me that Santa comes to their house every year and that he was confused that I don’t live there anymore, so he left my stocking there so that my parents could give it to me. (I’m 34, Mare. I’ve known for years.) And simply being there.

I know that I’m not alone in all of the feelings of being alone during this season. There are many people out there who either don’t have families or aren’t close with their families or aren’t able to be with their families for the holidays this year. Yes, it’s tough. But I have to remind myself that I CAN DO HARD THINGS. You can, too—whether that means getting through the holidays alone or getting through the holidays with your people. We are in this holiday season and in the different seasons of our lives for reasons we might not know right now. We just need to remember that we are where we need to be.

When I first moved to California more than a year ago, I felt very alone. I knew zero people, and I basically begged anyone I met to be my friend. I invited so many people to go to coffee, and I hate coffee. You know what, though? Since I moved out here, I’ve experienced more love than I think I’ve ever felt in my entire life.

Time and time again, God has reminded me of who He is and who I am in Him. He’s reminded me that I am loved. He’s reminded me that I am valued. He’s reminded me that I matter. And He’s surrounded me with so many incredible people who have poured into me and invited me (or let me invite myself) into their lives. I truly believe that that’s one of the reasons He called me out here—to remind me of how absolutely loved I am as His daughter. He knew exactly how and where this needed to happen. I questioned it at first, but as usual, He showed me that it’s always best just to trust Him from the get-go.

Years ago, I started sending out Christmas cards to my people. I LOVE Christmas cards and began getting more of them as my friends all started getting married and creating families. (Side note: This may sound mean, but pics of crying babies in Santa’s lap are some of my personal faves, so always feel free to send those my way. I can see why they’re crying—you put them in these men’s laps who are complete strangers and have what they might see as scary beards and then expect them to smile. No, thank you.) I decided that me not having a husband and dogs or kids wasn’t going to stop me from making cards, too. It’s become one of my favorite annual traditions, and I get excited about coming up with new ideas for what to put on my cards each year.

Because you can’t let unfulfilled hopes stop you from living your best life.

Every season of your life isn’t going to be perfect or even remotely good. You will go through some that feel like unending winters full of blizzards and snow (I hate snow and anything that makes me cold) and horrid temperatures and all of the things that feel dark and uncomfortable. But then you’ll have seasons that feel like beautiful spring and summer afternoons that you could bask in forever. Regardless of what season you face, just know that you are still loved through each one, and YOU CAN DO HARD THINGS.

You can make it through a lonely holiday season. You can make it through being single when everyone around you is not. You can make it through a prolonged winter. You can make it through the rain. (I just really wanted to say that last one because Mariah is my homegirl and because it is also fitting.)

I hope that you remember during this season that you’re loved just as you are and that you’re never as alone as you feel.

What are some of your favorite holiday traditions?

Who is someone in your life (and maybe it’s even you) who could use some encouragement in this holiday season?

When you’re single during the holidays

There are moments in life when a single person can suddenly feel very single.

Like when you’re sitting at a bar all by yourself waiting for people who are never going to show up.

I love Christmas time. I really do. But it can be difficult sometimes for a single gal to go through the holiday season and not be constantly reminded that she’s always sending in RSVPs for one. Let’s face it—most of the festivities surrounding Christmas are either geared toward or more enjoyable with families and significant others.

Ice skating.
Horse-drawn carriage rides.
Looking at lights.
Mistletoe.
Holiday parties.
Decorating cookies or gingerbread houses.
Watching Christmas Vacation.
Beginning and carrying on special Christmas traditions.
Anything on New Year’s Eve.

These are only a handful of things that are better when done with your loved ones. I’m not saying I can’t do some of these things with my parents or siblings and in-laws, but these activities usually make me wish I had that one person in my life with whom I could share all of the memories.

When I came home for Christmas this year, I knew it wasn’t going to be the easiest thing in the world because I would have to leave again and be reminded that I don’t get to see all of my people as often as I’d like. Some of my friends and I had plans to meet on Saturday night, and I was looking forward to catching up with them and also hanging out at one of my favorite bars/restaurants in Dallas.

By the time I got there, two of them had already let me know they couldn’t make it, and I hadn’t heard from any of the others. I then became that girl who was at a bar all by herself—and I don’t even drink. I sat down next to two guys, but we didn’t exactly become besties. They started talking about how one of their friends had just gotten married and said they would rather die than do that—after all, marriage is suicide, anyway. Then our wonderfully uplifting conversation continued as they told me all about how much they hate their jobs and are planning to start a business together so that they can be their own bosses. They aren’t sure what type of business yet, but they’re still in the planning stages. Good luck, fellas.

After they left so that they could make it to the Stars game on time, I sat there for a bit by myself. I don’t know why I was hopeful that any of my friends might still show, but I was. I texted my sister to let her know my current lowly status in life, and she told me to head over to my parents’ house and that she and Theo (her hubs) would go there, too, and we could all hang out.

I got up and left. On the way out, I looked around at some of the couples still there and told myself it really wasn’t the time to feel sorry for myself. Then I walked outside and saw a city full of pretty Christmas lights and waited in the cold for my car.

Being surrounded by beautiful lights in winter weather magnifies loneliness more than the heart can understand.

Just sitting in the cold until my parents got home

When I got to my parents’ house, I realized that I had left my purse at my friend’s house (where I was staying), so I didn’t have a key. No one was home, so I sat on their porch and froze. I realize it would have been smarter to walk back to my car and wait there, but this just seemed more fitting for my situation at the time.

I texted a selfie of me sitting outside to my sister, and she called me. She was in the car with Theo and had me on speaker phone and said they were on the way back to their apartment because she didn’t know I was going to show up. I hadn’t responded to her text but thought it was understood that I’d be there. In the background, Theo said, “We’ll be there in two seconds.” He’s a really good guy.

Before I knew it, my parents were back, and Theo and Steph walked through the door, and we all played Heads Up! together. At first, we played in teams, but then Theo suggested we shouldn’t even keep score and just have fun playing as a big group—as a family.

My sister and Theo have been married a little more than a year, and never once have I felt like a third wheel around them. I may joke about being the fifth wheel sometimes when I’m with them and my parents, but it never actually feels that way. They include me in anything and everything, and they provide more love and support than I ever would have thought possible.

Then on Christmas, we all went over to my brother’s house, and his wife’s family was there, as well, and we had one big Christmas celebration together. I loved it. God always puts the right people in our lives at the right times. Plus, any day I get to spend time with my precious niece is pretty much the best day ever.

Time with her is the best.

I know not everyone who’s single has a great family situation, but hopefully you at least have friends who are like family and can be there for you when you feel like you’re all alone—especially during the more difficult seasons of life. Sure, there are still going to be those moments when you’re watching people get on those stupid carriage rides to go look at Christmas lights in Highland Park (I actually don’t think they’re stupid at all and hope someday to be able to go on one), but the hurt you might feel in those instances doesn’t have to last, so long as you surround yourself with people who will always love you know matter what.

Because love can make you forget the pain a broken heart brings—even if only for a little while.