I’m engaged as most of you know, and I think that it’s pretty damn spectacular. I mean, finding someone who loves you completely for who you really are and treats you as a partner in life isn’t exactly an easy thing to find. Truth be told? I struck the fuckin love lottery. But ever since I struck the love lottery, certain ladies I know have thrown some shade my way in regard to my marriage. The shade comes in the form of “Oh! That’s great for you. I’m just too ambitious to get married right now.” to which I reply, “The hell?”
Why in the world would marriage make me less ambitious? I’m still writing a book, am I not? I’m still working full-time in a competitive marketing agency, am I not? I continue to make goals for myself, do I not? If you prick me, do I not bleed ambition? What. The. Hell. How dare you cast aspersion on my ambition. I’ve lived on my own for years now, paid my own way, worked and lived solely for myself and enjoyed it. Now, I’ve met someone I am madly in love with, who supports and encourages me to continue setting and achieving goals, and somehow that means I’m not ambitious anymore? No. Uh-uh. I reject your shade. I am just as ambitious if not more so than I was before. AND I’m in love. Save your shade for the beach and deal with it.