I’ve learned a lot about what it looks like to be single in my own skin and as much as I want to fight against the terminology and the boxes, I feel as if since they are there I have to learn to work with them.

So what do you do when the prospect of love just seems like fools’ gold? What do you do when thirty-something married couples tell you “Twenty-seven is so young”? What happens when you feel foolish for hoping for love and immature for not being able to take the long-view of this whole thing?