Once upon a time a girl got her heart broken.
She couldn’t hold in all the heartbreak so she spilled it all out as words. She shared it shamelessly with friends and strangers. She reminded other people they weren’t alone by making herself vulnerable to the world.
Once upon a time a girl got her heart shattered. Stride by stride she put the pieces back together. But she left parts of herself around the world to start a movement where even the broken hearted could still believe in love.
Once upon a time there was a sad girl trying to find her happiness. Eventually she found it was there all along. Eventually, she wasn’t looking for her happy ending – she was looking for her story.
Once upon a time a girl started a blog about her breakup. It started small, but grew to something bigger. It wasn’t just an ode to a broken heart. 365 single strides later, here we are, and we’re stronger than ever.
Hello, friends, and welcome to the one year anniversary of my first stride. Thank you for following my life that is anything but a fairy tale.
It has officially been 365 days since the monumental birth of this blog, and it’s no exaggeration that it has changed my life. While it wasn’t a perfect year, it was certainly a memorable one.
Without further ado, here is what I learned being single the last year, wearing my heart on my sleeve, and sharing it with millions of strangers:
- My dating rule of thumb has become: would I rather go to yoga or hang out with this human?
- You can have a really perfect date, and then decide the next day on your way to work that you were just kidding, kthnxbye.
- You can only plan your texts for so long until the game gets boring.
- Being flirty and trying to play the game correctly is really exhausting.
- I’m really terrible at the game. Like, really, really terrible at it.
- If you delete your drunken texts it indisputably means they never happened.
- If someone offers you a limo at 1am they’re probably kidding.
- I have a problem when it comes to pizza and minimal humans were ever allowed to have a piece of Dominos or Bagel Bites (fine, yes, 7/11 too).
- Yes your fire alarm will go off if you leave Bagel Bites in overnight.
- No it’s not cute if you’re bleeding from your face at approximately 3pm (or ever really).
- My type varies from perfect Greek God specimen to what the f*ck were you thinking.
- Seeing your ex with a new gf for the first time doesn’t hurt as much as you thought it would.
- Sometimes you look back and wonder why you ever wanted to be in a relationship.
- Sometimes you look back and wonder WHY IN THE WORLD you would ever want to stay single.
- Just because you put a typewriter on your desk does not mean I will fall in love with you. I know you don’t write your grandmother letters because she lives 15 minutes away.
- The best way I was ever asked on a date was the 7-year-old trying to sell me chocolate outside of a store.
- The weirdest way I was ever asked out on a date was in an email from an old man saying he’d fly me to his hometown in India.
- Flirting via Snapchat could be a thing, but doesn’t mean it should be.
- For some unimaginable reason guys are just not fans of cats.
- You’ll probably compare every male specimen to your ex until you find someone who makes you forget they ever existed.
- First dates make you remember that you’re a catch, and ultimately keep you from settling.
- It’s never acceptable to say “Hi I think I saw you on Tinder” to me at the bar. Absolutely not. Please disappear immediately.
- Guys really do read Single Strides! Thanks kids.
- It is possible to get proposed to on Twitter by a follower/reader.
- There’s a reason people are in your past, and it’s likely that they should stay there (even if they have super cute dimples and will go find you Dippin’ Dots when you know there are no Dippin’ Dots at the venue).
- Single Sonya can’t hang at any type of event that is music-related.
- There are people out there that really benefitted from me candidly sharing my story, so it never really mattered to me what others thought of me.
- You cannot anonymously write about someone. They will find it. They won’t understand sarcasm, and they will think you genuinely wanted to meet their parents.
The most important thing I learned is that I know I will find love again, and I will never give up on a real-life fairy tale. I am proud as hell to be this sappy, romantic, embarrassing, naïve, and clumsy girl. Some shmuck out there will love me for it, and it will be magical.