I have a searing memory of being 15 years old in the shag-carpeted attic bedroom of a school friend, and feeling like the most boring person in the world. My life was so regular. I hated it. All I wanted was adventure. Fast forward 25 years later, as a single woman with an inkling that I might not ever marry, all I wanted was to fit in. Now, I love my life. Perspective is a funny thing.
Art by Wasted Rita
Gosh, Wendy–thank you. I needed this today in particular. I am currently working on the finding contentment with where I am–which is mid 30s and single and likely to stay that way (which, for the most part, I am fine with) just sometimes/weeks I am not–like this time and this week.
Your perspective is always affirming and appreciated.
It’s good to find contentment, and at the same time, still go after your dreams. Whatever they are, Karen.