Next month, I'll be turning 26, which, according to the ideal life timeline that I set for myself about three years ago, I have exactly one month to find the man who will be my future husband.
For some reason, I don't think I'm going to make that deadline.
In my perfect world, I would have met The One at the age of 25, dated a few years, gotten engaged around 29, married at 30, had a couple years of newlywed bliss, and then started a family around the age of 32.
Thank God I've since realized that life is far from perfect, and you can't set a clock to it. I look back at the guys that I've dated in the last year or so and shudder at the thought of making them The One just because I felt pressure from myself and society.
It's nice to think we have our life mapped out, that we have some sense of control of our chaotic lives. But, just like any goals, these timelines are not always met, and there's nothing wrong with that.
And this is one deadline that I don't give a rat's ass about making.
Do you have a timeline for yourself? Are you following it?
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