There's an age when things are supposed to happen. At 28, I told myself, “I want to have kids by 30.”
Now here I am, thirty. Still without kids. Still without a life partner. Too bad? Maybe. But maybe, good.
01The Age When Things Are Supposed to Happen
Other women would trade places with me in a heartbeat. And me? Vice versa. Wanting something just out of reach.
Perhaps a partner would be nice. Perhaps enjoying this view is better shared with someone. Perhaps a family will make life more meaningful.
And maybe that's true. But am I really ready?
Ready to trade this freedom for a life more ‘meaningful’? And who said my life lacked meaning in the first place?
“The grass is always greener on the other side. Such is the paradox of desire.”
02The Paradox of Desire
I look at my life now. I wouldn't be here without challenges, without pain. There's always some sort of suffering, before the breakthrough.
Maybe this is my waiting season. Not in a stuck way, but in a becoming way.
A glorious, traveling-the-world-until-I-meet-you kind of way. Not bad. Not bad at all.
Tap the one that feels most true right now.
03A Becoming Kind of Waiting
For now, I will keep building. Keep evolving. Never settling. Always striving.
Because when the time comes, it will happen fast. And I will never be this version of me again.
So I'll soak it in. Embrace her. One day, I'll miss her.
Not yet is not never.
This is my season of becoming. A glorious, traveling-the-world-until-I-meet-you kind of waiting.
And I wouldn't trade it for anything.
Love from a patient soul, Abie
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