This is a picture of me exactly one month before I met and fell for the guy who would become my husband .
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Summer 2003 |
I know, I look so young and fresh-faced, without a care in the world, right?
Wrong.
The funny thing is that in the two years leading up to meeting my husband I had constant drama and worries about finding “the guy”. I feared that I would never “the one” and I’d be alone forever. (ya know, because that’s a legitimate worry for a 20-year-old, right?).
I stressed out about every guy I crushed on, went out with guys who didn’t have real potential just so I wouldn’t be alone, and cried when I didn’t have a steady guy to bring to my sorority invites.
I wish I could go back and tell that 20-year-old girl “RELAX! You’ll meet him. Soon. And then you’ll never be single again. Never. So just enjoy this time right now. Because you won’t get back.”
I’m not saying that meeting my husband wasn’t one of the best things to ever happen to me. I’m saying that stressing about meeting a guy to marry didn’t make me meet him sooner. And I wasted a lot of tears and missed out on some fun times in my young life because I was too busy being sad about being single.
It’s funny (and scary) to think about how a week from now or a month from now your life could totally change. But today is just a normal day. You only later know that you were in the “final days” in retrospect. Like I look at the girl in that photo and smile because her life is about to totally change just 30 days later and she has no idea. And it’s going to amazing, but different.
Why I am talking about this?
Because right now I’m in a season of life where a large part of me wants so badly to move onto the next phase of life. Babies, play dates, balancing work and family. All that.
But the fact is, we don’t have control of most of the timing in our lives.
So I’m trying to not wish away the present time by wondering “when?” Or live in fear of “will this ever happen?”
Because someday (hopefully) I’ll look back on today and see that my life changed dramatically in just a few short months or years. These were the “final days” to enjoy. And I’ll never get these days back.