“Mawidge. A bwessed awangement that bwings us togever todayy”…a very often quoted moment from A Princess Bride. Always cracks me up, but today, its making me wonder….Why isn’t it my time yet?
So, folks, I’m having an issue…well, it’s ongoing, so maybe it’s more of a subscription. “Oh dear god, when will the right man come along so I can have a partner in life, and get married?” Sadly, this is such a common thought these days for many of us. We think it as if our lives aren’t complete, or can’t begin until we are partnered.
Social media isn’t making it any easier, because it’s in our face immediately when people are experiencing joyful times. Friends who are getting married and having babies and getting new cats: I’m so happy for you. I’m jealous of you. My heart flips from joy to ache in about three seconds of reading your post or seeing your pictures. I’m flip-flopping from one way of dating to the next, this month is Tinder; last month was minor bar hopping. Its not like I’m not trying.
The weird thing is, I’m feeling mildly desperate–yup, I’ll admit the desperation. I’m a strong, driven, beautiful woman. With tomorrow being my 37th birthday, I’m not feeling my biological clock tick. Instead I have this anticipation of my expiration date approaching–and there really is a difference. Its a need to start something, instead of needing to create offspring. So, disclaimer: I’m not one of those who NEEDS to have kids. It’s a possibility, but not a burning desire. However, I’ve lived almost half my life now–that is assuming I’ll live into my 80s as most of my grandparents did, and the thought creeps in from time to time that it might be too late. In my current sanity, and also my current “research” via my online profile tell me that it’s never too late. My mother was remarried at 36. My father remarried at 40 and at 51. Matches are out there. But lately this sense of “too late” is in my brain.
But what is “too late”? Really? Medically, its not super safe to have kids after 45… but adoption is always a possibility. I know friends who have gotten married for the first time in their 40s and 50s… I know many people who are single and fabulous. So, this encroaching deadline to get married and have kids, this feeling that the parade might have passed me by–it doesn’t mean shit. Its all in my head.
I thought about this for a bit, and came up with a few thoughts about “life starting” and why it feels like we’re waiting for a partner before that happens. These thoughts might be helpful to you, too.
- Life has already started. Move forward, or sit and watch it go by, its your choice. But I’m much more like Tris in the Divergent series–I’m gonna jump on that train–its scary, but its better then staying where I’m sitting.
- Your life is your life. There may be rules. There may be an order. Yours may or may not follow exactly along the path of everyone else’s… If it was supposed to, we would all get the same education, we would all have the same job, we would all have the same thoughts. You are different, and that’s ok.
- Embrace the difference. Love who you are. Be the best you that you can be. Figure out yourself. Love that about you. You are an ever changing, evolving entity. That is a beautiful thing.
- Know you have choices. If you really really really really wanted to, you could have the thing you think you most desire. But for some reason you’re choosing something else that is more important. Like, I could have a family and a house–but those weren’t my focus. Being an actress was. So I chose that. I gave that my focus. I’m proud of that.
- Maybe what you most desire isn’t really what you most desire. I thought about the house and the car and the husband and the babies. But the sparkle of the theater just kept distracting me, and the rest got put on the back burner. I REALLY want to be here, in New York, acting. But it took me a little while to see that. I thought I needed to be like “everyone else” and go the family route first. But after a few years, I went the career direction on the Life board game first. There are many gloomy days. But there are more happy days.
- Focus on what makes you happy. Without hurting others, what would you do if there were no limits? Why aren’t you pursuing that? Seriously–go!! Now!
So here’s the thing… we’re rounding the corner once again into wedding and baby seasons… and no matter where you are on the scale of relationships and babies and generally being happy, the truth is, your life is the accumulation of all of the choices you have made. I chose to be an actress. I chose to move to New York. I chose a hard career in an insane city. I don’t have babies or a partner, but I have an AMAZING Urban Family. I am a nanny to a young man who will never forget me. I am an auntie to some adorable doggies. I am an Urban Sister to some of the most amazing, talented, giving people. And I am in a city that always has something intriguing to distract and divert attention. There are so many reasons I’m just “not there;” just not on the same track as everyone else. The irony is that currently I work for an event planner–so my life is filled with weddings!
Congratulations to all of my family and friends across the globe who have been getting married and having babies! I really am so happy and proud for you. Really and truly.
For those of you who aren’t–listen, its just not time yet, or its not the plan for you. If you need a little pick me up or a little help in the “everyone is getting married BUT me and I don’t know how to handle it” department, I wrote a blog on that last year.
Know that its all going to be ok. Focus on what makes you happy. Life is messy and full of choices, but its also great and silly and fun. Ultimately, its all going to work out. I promise.
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