That's when these words smacked me across the face.
"The longer you wait for your future, the shorter it will be."
Thank you, Emily... for the swift beating your just handed me. I needed it.
You people are probably thinking I'm crazy, and perhaps I am, but anti-psychotics aside (just kidding of course), let me clue you in.
I have an amazing life. PERIOD. That's where the story really ends. I don't have to get into details about my amazingly supportive family, and my inspiring friends and the job I LOVE with all of my heart... I think I've covered all of that in this blog about a MILLION times. But one thing I have never written about is my love life. (YIKES) Well, here goes...
I am 26 years old and single. (Cue dramatic DON DON DONNNNN) YEP... single. And I have been... Forever. (I wish the word Forever was an understatement... but I can't even exaggerate in the sense of that word with regards to my relationship status... and I'm exaggerating a lot right now) :-)
Okay so, if we take another look at the facts:
Al is 26
Al has a great family
Al has AWESOME friends
Al has a kick ass job
Al is single
In a list of pretty great life situations, why does that last one have to feel like such a heavy fact. And why the HELL do I buy into that. Because I do. I completely get down on myself sometimes for being "alone." F- that! I'm not even close to being alone! I swear, that if I have to hear one more distant family friend, or acquaintance, or stranger ask me about my love life, and sound bummed when I tell them I am not currently dating... I might actually need those prescription drugs.
WATCH OUT! (she's on a rampage)
Now... I understand what you're all thinking. You're all silently reading this saying, "Um... Al, you just said you weren't waiting for your future... so what are you waiting for?" Well my friends, let me tell you!
I'm waiting for that person who makes me smile. The one I can't live without. That person who understands all of my stupid quirks, and expects me to be a little bit crazy during gymnastics season. I'm waiting for the guy who looks at me and knows what I'm thinking, because he actually listens to me when I talk to him. The man who understands my weird need to work out, eat ice cream and drink wine... LOTS of wine. I'm waiting for the guy who needs me... as me, as much as I need him. The one who will listen to me rant about the toddlers, the twelve year olds, and the 22 year olds whom I LOVE but sometimes run me completely ragged. I'm waiting for man who will love my little sister and support her dreams the way I do because that's how I'll know he'll be a great dad.
I'm waiting for my best friend.
Pretty normal right?? That's what I thought. So before you unknowingly make an understanding and slightly sad face or remark at the next single "twenty (or thirty) something" you run into... keep these things in mind.
1. Just because we're single, doesn't mean we're miserable... it means we haven't settled.
2. Life might get lonely from time to time... but we have friends too, so we're okay... promise.
3. Waiting for love doesn't mean we're waiting for life... they are two completely independent things that (I'm sure) when placed hand in hand, make for an extremely meaningful and blissful existence.
So, now that I have gotten all of this off of my chest, I will tell you what I'm going to do. I'm going to climb down from my soapbox and get up tomorrow, go for a run, go to work, go to the grocery store, read my book, and be happy. Sure, there may be a few other things that I squeeze into the day... maybe I'll spend time with a friend, maybe I'll go to lunch with my boss... who knows? But the point is... I'm not WAITING to live... I'm waiting to LOVE... and there's a big difference there.
Sweet dreams, Y'all!