This has been a year of miracles.
First, the Cubs won the World Series… after 108 years.
Then, all of our candidates won on election night (no, not Trump).
Then, I got engaged.
In all seriousness, it’s been an exhausting, but a great year so far. Losing (in baseball and politics) sucks. And being single and doing the endless dating crawl sucks.
Dating is a crapshoot, and it often seemed like I was getting served a lot of crap and not so much of anything else.
I got lucky and met M. But before I got lucky, I went on bad dates, waited on ex-boyfriends, and despaired. I am, appropriately, a born and bred Cubs fan, of whom the famous Chicago writer Mike Royko once wrote: “A pessimists see the glass as half empty; a Cubs fan wonders when it’s gonna spill.”
Like the Cubs, I got my miracle. In a month, M and I are off to Spain. In a few months, we’ll get married. And we plan on having many more adventures, and hopefully, some more miracles along the way (Red Sox vs. Cubs World Series maybe???).
And in case, anyone doesn’t believe in miracles, I refer you to this definitive episode of How I Met Your Mother: