As I approach my upcoming 33rd birthday (I know, gasp, a woman revealing her true age in a public forum), I am starting to feel like a cow marching towards slaughter. It’s crazy, everywhere I look, people are trying to marry me off. I, personally, don’t feel like these are “desperate” times but apparently my mother and every other 50 something adult feels the need to try and find the ONE for me. What?!#…talk about pressure.
Don’t get it twisted, I would rather not be single right now, but I don’t want to feel like a piece of meat either. For example, I was in church on Easter and one of the elders of the church made the point of telling about his wonderful, newly divorced 40 something year old son who would be absolutely perfect for me. I’m constantly hearing about somebody’s cousin, nephew or brother, who is apparently my knight in shining armor. Yeah, okay. I’m not saying that one of these fantastic men may not be the one for me…but really, it is so awful that I am waiting on love and marriage at my own pace. This is one aspect of my life I don’t want to rush, for which I am willing to wait …and totally ready to accept the fact the wait may be longer than I initially anticipated. What can I say…God’s Will.
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