If I can offer a word of advice, don't ever do speed dating without research first. The bars can be dark, and there is a lot of movement. Not the good kind of movement either. Check to see if there are mirrors on the wall, as good looking as you may be, you aren't going to get anywhere by chatting up yourself in the mirror.
I tried to tell a friend for comfort and she told me I was a potential danger to her child so needed to stay away. I was devastated. I did not know what to say and simply withdrew further into my mental anguish, staying away from everyone like a shamed hermit. Silenced again by another person's opinion which I valued dearly at the time.
In the last part of the adoption process, before we were officially matched, everything seemed to hang in the balance because nothing was official until the matching panel, where (very knowledgeable and kind) strangers would decided if we were the right match for the children we'd never met but had all ready fallen in love with.
My blog is a heartfelt tribute to the innocence of youth. At 16 I was an ingenue and a hopeless romantic. I was always in love. I loved with abandon, in great quantities and with huge generosity. But it was always unrequited and boyfriends persistently eluded me. The diary that I turned to so diligently has survived to tell the tale of one teenage girl's attempts to find true love and her place in the world.
I can honestly say, even though I did feel jealous, I was always happy for them. At first I would say, "Oh don't be silly, don't feel bad telling me! I am fine!" Finding myself comforting them through the experience of having to tell their defective friend they were getting their bundle of joy after only a couple of months of trying.
Admitting that I needed help to organise that box of emotions I'd pushed to the back of my mind for so long was a huge milestone for me. Going from an abusive relationship, to escaping and feeling strong and empowered, to finally coming to terms with the fact that I can't deal with it on my own, is one hell of a realisation.
What I do love about turning 50 is that I now have this attitude where I no longer care anymore of what others think. I've been there, done that and now I'm living life on my terms. These three tips will help to turbo boost the action beyond the mindset, so go for it, make your 50th year as fabulous as you are.