desperate measures...?

I was chatting on-line with a friend the other day and we were talking about her last break-up (another one, tsk, tsk…). What I liked about her though is that despite the pain I knew she was feeling, she still could laugh about the whole thing. It's her defense mechanism daw… if you say so, Jo. :o)

According to her, at 31, she's reached the end of her calendar days and it's the time for desperate measures. Her options:

1. She can start posting ads in the papers, as in certain cultures, looking for a husband ( no time for a boyfriend na daw, hahaha!).
3. Sign up at one of those matchmaking services.
3. Go start looking for a convent and become a nun ( HUH?!).
4. Start reconciling herself with the idea that maybe, just MAYBE, marriage is not in her future & to learn to accept that possibility.
5. She can go on with her life, thank God for her blessings and keep hoping for the best.

Personally, I'd go for number five with a dash of number four sprinkled in. I actually did that when I turned 30. As someone who absolutely refused to settle with any guy who came my way just so I wouldn't have to be alone, I also knew I had to be courageous enough to face the possibility that there might never be someone at all and to learn to live with that likelihood. Thank God things turned out differently but, at the same time, I'm glad I was able to be honest with myself… as painful the prospect may have been. In the end, all we can do is to live our lives as best we can and to never lose faith.