Steve Harvey writes that for a man to really be in a relationship, all other aspects of his life have to be in order first. For women, though, it seems like when our whole world is a mess, we’ll settle for just one aspect coming together and it’s kind of arbitrary which one comes first. If we me the right guy, it’ll make us feel good about ourselves and that confidence will get us the job. If we just drop that last pound, we’ll have guys at our beck and call, and job offers up the wazoo. We’ll take anything just to get us started. But that doesn’t really work outside of our imaginations does it? Because we need the total package to be happy, whatever the individual wrapping might be.
I realize this now because I’m checking off boxes and feeling my happiness rise (and fall) and a new though occurs to me: that maybe romance is part of that story I want to write for myself. With my life becoming less transient, the idea of (gulp) settling down in other areas sounds more appealing. Don’t get me wrong, I’m not talking about putting a ring on it. But the word boyfriend seems less cringe-worthy and I wonder if “relationship” might not be such a dirty word after all. Okay maybe not. I still don’t think I’m quite ready for all of that. But it doesn’t seem like such a far-fetched, long off idea anymore. I still need a little time before Prince Charming, but maybe it’s time to put romance back on the table.