A little pet peeve--
I have come to realize that I dislike it when people ask me if there are any wedding bells in the future....I understand that people only ask that out of care and love, but really. No wonder people in my generation, and perhaps others as well, have a complex and sense of uncertainty about life and what to do. I grew up thinking I would be married and have a child at this age. Honestly. And that was not from anyone telling me what to do or think, but just from my assumptions about the world and what a young lady does. But, now, here I am nearly 25 and living in NYC, and I am questioning just about everything I ever thought. I have a vague idea of where I am headed with my career, but even that is to-be-determined.
The thing is, I know I should get past other people's perceptions and figure out what I want for myself. I get it. However, that is a daily test of strength for me, a personal struggle that may go on forever. I am trying really hard to take things as they come.
However, all of that spoken, this is what I know: I am living exactly where I thought I would be years ago, I have a spectacular man in my life who I couldn't see living life without by my side, and I am heading somewhere with my desire to do social work. And of course I miss NC tremendously. Beyond that, I have no idea what I want out of life. It's as if each year that passes, the less certain I am about the physical reality of life. Somehow I need to be ok with that.
The thing is, I know I should get past other people's perceptions and figure out what I want for myself. I get it. However, that is a daily test of strength for me, a personal struggle that may go on forever. I am trying really hard to take things as they come.
However, all of that spoken, this is what I know: I am living exactly where I thought I would be years ago, I have a spectacular man in my life who I couldn't see living life without by my side, and I am heading somewhere with my desire to do social work. And of course I miss NC tremendously. Beyond that, I have no idea what I want out of life. It's as if each year that passes, the less certain I am about the physical reality of life. Somehow I need to be ok with that.