Tonight was beautiful. I cruised through Germantown with my windows cracked. I hummed along to some good music. I observed the wear and tear of the streets on the faces of passersby. I pulled over for cop cars and ambulances, thanking the universe for giving me such a great life. I'm healthy, I have a great family who supports me, I have amazing friends who always have my back.
Things are great.
I made an executive decision to evaluate my career in about a year and determine whether or not I should take the LSAT and then apply for law school. I believe I am perfectly capable, so why not? My career is very important to who I am as a person. I believe that I am not done yet. I still have more stairs to climb and more mountain tops to reach.
I am ready for a challenge. I can handle anything at this point. ANYTHING.
After I drove around Germantown I popped a squat in a more tame section of the city, Roxborough. I talked to a man at the counter of the Dunkin Donuts, I analyzed the woman standing on the side of the street blankly staring into space. I stayed under an orange-yellow street lamp and tried to write, but didn't get disappointed in myself when I couldn't. I know this stuff comes when it's ready to come.
You can't rush it. You can't rush anything. Good things come to people who wait.
I need to wait. I need to wait for a relationship because I am still building who I am- I will not be who I truly am until I am fully comfortable relaxing in a particular place of employment. I need to continue my education, I need to continue to connect with my family, I need to continue to gather lifelong friendships, I need to continue to put my focus into my writing and perfecting myself at my job, and then, one day a long time from now, if I still feel like it...
Then I'll consider a relationship.
But who knows. I don't need anyone to make myself feel complete. I don't need a man for a house. I don't need a man for a child. I can do all of this shit on my own. I always did up until now. A man will probably just get in the way.
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