I feel blessed that life never really went my way, it’s a blessing that it didn’t follow my rules or my direction because I was totally lost.
Planning for the right moment is never easy.
A picket white fence. A caring, careful, partner. Approximately “enough” land, people, and work on your plate.
You don’t deserve someone who cannot be bothered to dedicate one night of their week to you ahead of time. You deserve someone who circles your date on the calendar and is actually looking forward to seeing you again.
I wanted life to be perfect by the time I was 25. The perfect marriage, the perfect career, all set in place.
At this point, you need to let it all go. Life does not experience us. We experience life.
I had spent my whole life planning everything – what AP classes I needed to take in high school to get into the college I dreamed about, far away from home, what courses to take in college, what study abroad program to attend, what actions I needed to take to propel myself as far away from where I was as possible. And it had fallen through.
I’d wanted my plan. My vision. My path. And I’d forgotten to respect the fact that God might have something bigger in store for both of us.
Sometimes you have to break your own heart with the truth before you shatter it with your lies.
But amidst the storm and the ensuing wave, you’re still asking yourself: is it all really worth it? Your shoulders are sore and your back is hunched from the weight of your ambitions.