All The Women I Thought I’d Be By Now

The kind of woman who knows when to wear pantyhose (??) and when to be bare legged and looks good in either.

The kind of woman who owns heels and wears them regularly and feels comfortable doing so.

The kind of woman who has dated every different kind of man, and enjoyed them and felt comfortable with them.

The kind of woman who knows where she is going to be in ten years.

The kind of woman who buys a house and fills it with things she loves and ends up having a cohesive aesthetic.

The kind of woman who not only keeps plants alive but has a dog and a calendar with get-togethers scheduled into it weeks ahead of time.

The kind of woman who can feel confident her life is going to look like Diane Keaton’s in The Family Stone in a few decades.

The kind of woman who doesn’t look up guys she’s dated or girls she’s had falling outs with on social media so that she can gloat about ‘winning’.

The kind of woman who wears a curated outfit every day instead of a uniform of the same kind of pants and loose-fitting top.

The kind of woman who plays piano maybe!

The kind of woman who knows what wine to buy and keeps a wine rack in her house because she doesn’t idly drink whatever is around instead of saving it for special occasions.

The kind of woman who hosts dinner parties and has an endless supply of fascinating, smart, successful friends and no one wants to leave at the end of the night because we’re all talking about so many things.

The kind of woman who gets up before 9am most days.

The kind of woman who doesn’t see a therapist anymore because she has already worked through all of that.

( but also: the kind of woman I didn’t know I wanted to be // the kind of woman I became anyway )

The kind of woman who doesn’t worry about whether she’s smart enough.

The kind of woman who has everything she wants and pays for it herself.

The kind of woman who feels happy about very small things every day, like catching a small glimpse of the city skyline on her walk home.

The kind of woman who is better at loving than anyone else he’s ever met.

The kind of woman who has a box of letters people have written her over the years, and the pages are full of so many important things.

The kind of woman believes, but also recognizes that is not a negation of disbelief.

The kind of woman who lives in a whole world made up only of the things she likes.