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The Art of Waiting for the Thing That Changes Your Life
For a huge chunk of my twenties, I waited for boys in the wrong way. I waited urgently for them to call me, text me, or ask me out. I waded uncomfortably through the muddy dating marsh, waiting then too, to find men who might give me a hit of external validation.
Waiting that way was awful. It always took more from me than it gave back.
Everything changed when I decided that if I was going to wait, I might as well wait for the right fit. I would wait it out, but I wouldn’t settle for a half-relationship with someone who was a bad fit at best and deeply problematic at worst.
My unhappiness finally forced me to acknowledge that waiting for my life to be lived on my own terms was unacceptable.
And the simple truth is that waiting the right way paid off.
Finding my partner did change my life, but not because he came to sweep me off my feet and carry me to a place that looked like the front cover of a Lisa Frank folder.
It changed my life because I found what I was looking for- my best friend. I found someone who wanted to build a life in a direction aligned with the way I was headed.
