So sorry about the delay in last weeks happy hour post! I set up the post to publish while I was away in New Orleans and something obviously didn’t go right argghhh! But, I’m back now so here’s happy hour, not on our usual Friday but on a Tuesday no less. Bear with me people.
So onto happy hour and my trip home. I had a blast, as usual – but everytime I visit I’m reminded either all of my friends and former classmates are getting married, having kids, or both. Don’t get me wrong, I’m always happy for the milestones that anyone experiences in their lives, but sometimes I can’t help but to feel – just an itsy bitsy tiny bit at times – that I’ve fallen behind in some way when it comes to marriage, family, and the next stage of my life.
I know, I know what you’ll say – the same thing my mother says everytime we have this conversation, and the same thing she said a day ago when I brought it up – “I didn’t get married until I was 35…you have plenty of time.” Ok, well maybe you won’t exactly say that but you’ll probably be thinking somewhere along those lines. And it’s true. God willing, I have my entire life ahead of me. Sometimes I think we get so caught up in what we think our lives should be that we forget to stop and enjoy the roses, or our own lives for that matter.
I’ve realized life shouldn’t be a race or full of comparisons either. Hell, I don’t even want a kid right now – I’m too busy focusing on my career and learning how to take care of myself, let alone another human being. But every now and then when I see all of those smiling babies on Facebook, or the happy wedding photos I feel just a tinge of longing. And I think that that’s ok. It’s ok to want those things, but what’s not ok is to allow those wants to overshadow all of the other positives in life. I’m working harder on acknowledging my own accomplishments and on not letting comparison be the thief of my joy. Tough to remember sometimes, but necessary beyond measure.
Enjoy your week everyone! I’ll be back later this week with pictures from Nola!
xoxo, Leslie
{image}
I use to feel the same way . All not most of my friends are either married or they have multiple kids . But what I’ve learned over the years is that it took 30yrs for me to learn how to love and appreciate myself . So I’m grateful everyday that God allowed me the time to mature .
Very well said! I just try to remember that God has his own plan and path for me that’s unlike anyone else’s.