Tattooed across my arm, the words “have faith”. This is a reminder, not a tribute to my religious convictions, not another mark to adorn my body with.
But I still forget sometimes.
Truth is I get impatient, insecure, start suffering from FOMO.
I get so caught up in what I want and where I want to be, that I forget that there’s a process. Everything in life happens for a reason.
I have this habit of referring to past relationships as time wasted. I think it has to do with the fact that I want a family. I thought I’d be there by now, but I don’t feel like I’m anywhere close and that scares t̶h̶e̶ ̶h̶e̶l̶l̶ ̶o̶u̶t̶ ̶o̶f̶ me.
But nothing in life has turned out exactly the way I’d planned it.
I thought I’d be more independent, more established, better traveled by now. All that feels like its right at my fingertips, but the possibility of having a family seems to be slipping further and further away.
I have to have faith in the process, to remember that these failed relationships were not a waste of time. I’ve learned and developed as a person significantly because of them. They gave me life experience (and stories for days) and I need to keep this in mind. I also need to have more faith in myself. I need to keep believing that I’m making the right decisions. It’s all going to happen for me eventually, when the time is right.
I might not understand why things happen the way that they do, but I have to remember that I’m exactly where I need to be in all aspects of life.
But I still forget sometimes.
Truth is I get impatient, insecure, start suffering from FOMO.
I get so caught up in what I want and where I want to be, that I forget that there’s a process. Everything in life happens for a reason.
I have this habit of referring to past relationships as time wasted. I think it has to do with the fact that I want a family. I thought I’d be there by now, but I don’t feel like I’m anywhere close and that scares t̶h̶e̶ ̶h̶e̶l̶l̶ ̶o̶u̶t̶ ̶o̶f̶ me.
But nothing in life has turned out exactly the way I’d planned it.
I thought I’d be more independent, more established, better traveled by now. All that feels like its right at my fingertips, but the possibility of having a family seems to be slipping further and further away.
I have to have faith in the process, to remember that these failed relationships were not a waste of time. I’ve learned and developed as a person significantly because of them. They gave me life experience (and stories for days) and I need to keep this in mind. I also need to have more faith in myself. I need to keep believing that I’m making the right decisions. It’s all going to happen for me eventually, when the time is right.
I might not understand why things happen the way that they do, but I have to remember that I’m exactly where I need to be in all aspects of life.
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