I’m 24, every one around me is getting engaged and having babies, and meanwhile I’m ending my relationships, grabbing ahold of this singleton stuff.
But in a way I feel like this is the biggest step I’ve made towards having babies and marriage and family and a home full of love. Because a huge part of all that is me. And right now, my priority is me. My career, my health, my body, my friends, my home, my family, my hobbies. And if I can love on myself to the extent that I deserve, it’s inevitable that I’ll stumble upon a wonderful hunny to become my partner.
If anything, giving up these guys that aren’t quite right makes space for the one. And if I’ve learned anything in my twenties, it’s that when you find the right one you know it immediately. And sometimes it’s that person you’ve only known a month that becomes the love of your life – and I’m no longer opposed to that course of events.
In the meantime, I’m so so happy to be on my own. I don’t have to answer to anyone. I can live exactly as I want. I can work really hard on my own little projects and work and it won’t impede on someone else’s life.
And on that note – off to work.