But i think what happened is..
- 1- I learned to stop obsessing and chasing romantic love. Yes, it can happen but not everyone is lucky enough to be there in the right place, in the right time to catch it. If you did, then you’re half way there, your only job now is to sustain and keep it alive. But we also know very well that romantic relationships require a lot of work and most people fail at it miserably
- 2- Maybe I realized there is more to life than being defined by your status. You are YOU in the first place, you are your own being, you are your own woman (before you become someone’s girlfriend/ wife or even someone’s mom). And I think it is important you get to know who you really are, what you really want, you do what you really love before you rush to anything serious and long term where there is no turning back all because you panicked and you feel lonely that you’re 30 and alone.
To be 30 and single, I think I am okay.
I am okay with the idea that maybe one day I will find the love of my life whom I will fall madly in love with that I’ll agree to carry his babies. Or maybe not.
I am okay with the idea that maybe one day when my maternal instincts finally kicks in and my biological clock tells me no, I would be okay to adopt grown children and love them as my own
I am okay with the idea that maybe I will grow old single and alone. Or maybe I will grow old single and traveling the world with my other single friends and sleeping in a bed full of cash and okay, just try to picture it