The Art of Waiting for the Thing That Changes Your Life

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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.