On the eve of the wedding that officially marks me as the LAST single girl among my childhood friends, I have the following to offer:
As my friend marries her partner of seven years, I offer nothing but joy and hope for a long life of happiness between the two of them.
As I watch all my married friends celebrate this new union, I wish nothing less for each and every one of them.
As I spend every dance on my own, I accept the very real possibility that I will spend the rest of my life in just such a fashion--alone.
As I accept this moment, without fear or regret, I still feel sad and wonder... at this moment, what does the rest of the world see in me?
I do not wish the rest of the world to judge me by standards up to which I cannot live... yet I cannot seem to stop holding myself to those exact same standards... and coming up short.
Like all things, this too shall pass. But for this moment, allow me to feel just the tiniest bit sorry for myself before I move on.
Saturday, September 19, 2009
Limits
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3 comments:
I'm the last from HS and one of the last of my close group of friends in college.
Odd as this is, none of my close high school friends are married.
But with my close college friends (OJ and Jules this summer/fall) starting to close ranks, I'm starting to feel the pressure. I don't want to be 38 and childless...
So go ahead and take that moment...it's not like you don't deserve it.
As someone single and 10 years older, I cling to the fact that I'm one of the few people my age who hasn't been divorced yet. :P
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