A side project that I’ve been wanting to do for years now is to write a short autobiography. I realize as I write this out that the word “short” and “autobiography” aren’t typically used in the same sentence… but then again, when do I stick to the rules?
The idea to share my story came from my mother when I was about 18, but I didn’t think twice about actually taking the time to write something. Now, at the age of 26, a few years after my mom had passed, I set a goal to finish this book by the end of this year (though I still haven’t started on it yet). I know what you’re thinking, “that’s a long time from when the idea came about”, and you’d be right, but I couldn’t share all my story at that time because it wouldn’t have been fully told. You see, at the age of 14 I made a promise to wait for one man, one man who I could spend the rest of my life with.
Through years of misery thinking I’d end up alone, I still had patience. I made a promise that day years ago that I would not only wait for this “man”, but I told my mother that I would wait until I was married for my first kiss (who does that?). And even after my mom passed I kept that promise. I met my now husband 3 years ago. We kissed for the first time on our wedding day last October. I can say without a doubt that waiting for my husband was the best thing I could have done. He’s worth every second I waited.
I wanted to write this book to encourage other girls out there and to let them know that sometimes waiting is the best thing they could do, even if it takes a while.
I guess the only thing that holds me back is the fear that I won’t be able to truly honor my mom through this book. But one thing is for certain though, I will do my best.