When you assume life will float a certain way — the way movies and books and nearly all stories end for women — and then it doesn’t, you’re forced to ask yourself which direction you really want to go. Forcing myself to consider this has been unendingly difficult and possibly the best thing that’s ever happened to me.
The Art of Being Completely Alone
Emily J. Smith

This resonated with me so much. I’m 24, so I’ve still got some time before it’s my turn in the pressure cooker, but even now I’ve begun to realize the possibility that maybe things DON’T work out like in the movies. What if I don’t find love? What if I never feel ready to sacrifice my time and energy to children?

What shocks me most is how I’m mostly okay with it. Of course, with age, it will probably become more difficult as it becomes more real. I still very much have hope of finding a partner and everything falling into place. But I’m also making an active effort to not place all my happiness eggs in that basket. And that, I think, is key.

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