To Belong To Another | 12.3.20
For the longest time growing up, I thought about how scary the idea of belonging to another. I thought that serious relationships were like shackles, that there was so much life to live, so many people to meet, how could anyone possibly stop the searching ramble and stick to one? I floated in and out of relationships, always on great terms, but feeling more like some leaf on some wind being tossed about, and after awhile it began to feel increasingly empty and hollow. I don’t want this to get sappy, I don’t want it to become melodramatic, but I do have to be honest, as this space is precisely that for me, a place to be vulnerable and honest and tell it like it is. When I met my wife, I knew instantly that I was stuck to her, that I belonged to her already, and that I would, for good. I knew that wherever she led, I’d follow, and that I’d do so proudly, and that’s such a key distinction. I see so many in relationships, in situations with their partners that seems so much like a settling, like a bargain was struck and it’s simply where they had to stay. I feel Proud that I belong to someone else, and I celebrate that fact as often as I can, because she deserves it. My advice, if there’s any in this ramble is this: DO NOT SETTLE. Ever. Wait for the feeling of pride that comes when you belong to the person you’re supposed to. That’s it, and that’s all of my advice.
I understand now,
I've given up resisting.
I belong to you.
Haiku on Life by Tyler Knott Gregson
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When I was in my 20’s (hi 40, I guess you’re finally here) I always told my parents that I wasn’t getting married unless we could live in 2 adjacent houses, lol. They always laughed and it turned into an extended family joke, but I was completely serious at the time. I wanted my space if I was going to get “married”. I didn’t find my person until I was 33 and I knew he was the one, the one I’d never met before. ❤️
Third time will be the charm for me, I move forward, not waiting - but am I? truly? I know what it should be, what it will be. Faith.