Singularly Content.

So I made my mom cry this weekend. For those of you who know my mother, you know that it's not a very hard task, and yet I must admit that I have a sense of pride over the matter. This is how I did it.

I was in Ohio this past weekend, my cousin Emily is getting married in October, and I threw her a shower Sunday to celebrate with family and friends. We had finally come home after spending time at church (surprise, surprise, my family lives there!) and were sitting on the couch. Well, to be more precise, I was lying down on the couch with my head in mom's lap (it's more conducive to pouring one's heart out you see). And I told her my thoughts on the whole marriage thing... you know, how I'd like to be there one day too, and wouldn't it be great if it was soon so that Grandparents could be there with me... things like that.

yet again I heard the same advice: don't deny the feelings you hold, yet don't allow them to embitter the heart. Instead, recognize youth, and be thankful for the time given.

Easier said than done.

I'm trying my best to hold onto those truths. For I do see how easy it is to fall into the pattern of thinking the next stage of life holds the happiness I must be missing out on... the right guy, the right house, the right number of kids, the right school, it never ends.

I do desire the house, husband, and however many kids there may someday be in my life, but this isn't my time yet... and very well may never be. Deep down (though I don't want this to be the case) my heart knows that this may not be what's in store. However, my heart holds onto the hope in the knowledge that there's more to my life than these desires, there's more to do and be done than even I can now imagine.

What an adventure life can be, if you choose to let it be. And so I choose to be singularly content. At least until the next adventure begins.