“What degree are you going after, your MRS degree?” I gave the elderly man a disgusted look and told him no. Part of me wanted to smack him for making such a chauvinistic remark, but another part knew something I wasn’t willing to admit: I wasn’t happy unless I had a man in the picture. Was I in college to meet my future husband? No, that wasn’t my goal. But it would be an added perk. You see, for much of my life, I made an idol out of an invisible checklist. I wasn’t aware of it Continue Reading
