Remeber: Take Your Time
Remember: Take your time.
I remember the days I would joke that everyone I knew was getting engaged, getting promotions and having kids. If only I knew then how bad it would get. As a 30-something single human with not a single prospect in sight, I sometimes wonder if my life will ever mirror the people around me. And as overwhelmingly happy as I have become for blossoming relationships, impeding engagements and the never-ending slew of baby announcements, I cannot help but wonder if my time will ever come. Knowing that black women are historically thee most single population on the planet is discouraging. Knowing that love seems like something made for people with more perfect hearts than mine, and not really believing that I am anywhere near ready to have a child outside probably dressing them better than any other kid on the block, the world will consistently push their timelines on you. I sit at weddings and baby showers as a funny single friend. Most days it fits me like a glove, but other days, its itchy and uncomfortable and I wonder what it would be like to be loved like that. I am making a promise to myself to take my time...
Truth is, I am. I am love, and I give and receive it every single day.
Timelines are for Instagram and workplace projects, life is to be lived in the moment, love is to be found when you are least expecting it, and well babies are to be held for a few moments and given promptly back to their parents. Teaching myself to be less envious of what's not made its way to my life (or what left too quickly), and more open to what may be is hard a.f., but I cannot affix myself to someone else's story. My reality is that MY life looks nothing like the people around me, and I think that is ok.
My clock may be slow, it isn't broken.
Happy Valentineโs Day.
