When I was 22 years old, I got my first “proper” boyfriend.
When I was 26 years old, I experienced my first “proper” heartache.
At 27 and a half years old, I realised; life has no “proper” timeline.
Ever since I was a young girl, and first discovered Mills & Boon novels, I have been a hardcore romantic. I thought my life would follow the course of those Mills & Boons heroines, I thought I needed a partner to be happy and fulfilled.
Becoming single again, after four years of being a ‘couple’, has proven that is NOT to be the case.
Contrary to what I believed, I find myself happier than I can remember being in years. I find myself discovering new hobbies and pushing myself out of my comfort zone. I find myself becoming empowered, and learning not to settle for “just enough” or waiting “until the right one comes along”.
I find myself realising that I need to be happy with myself and my life as it is first, and not worry about finding someone to spend it with.
I find myself hopeful.