CONFESSION

What I’m about to write here is one of the most difficult confessions I’ve had to make. All the people who know me well will quickly understand why. Mother Nature won. I surrender. I don’t want to be alone anymore.

Don’t get me wrong. It is perfectly fine to be an independent woman as long as you use this independence to do the things that are right for you in the time that you consider best, and not as an excuse for not making the effort to commit to another human being. It is perfectly fine to analyze every situation and every little detail if that makes you feel comfortable as long as you don’t use this analysis as a reason for not taking risks. And I will never say that you should settle for just anyone, as long as you understand that nobody will have the complete list of specifications that you want in your significant other; be content and work with the top 10.

It dawned on me that, even though I don’t need another person in order to be alive, I want to have the sense of commitment, nurture, company that only another human being can provide.

I have been blessed with having great partners. Now, I’m looking for the next one and I’m ready to settle down and be content with the top 10 requirements in my description of the perfect lover. Let me rephrase that: I found the next one; now I have to endure the hardest task for me: being patient and letting things flow according to the larger plan of life.

I can almost hear some of my friends and family saying ‘I told you so’ or ‘Thank God she has come to her senses’, and I’m all right with that. It is painful to acknowledge I was wrong all this time. But, there is no such thing as eternal pain. In the end, this confession is setting me free.