Moving to North Carolina to many, and myself included makes me picture myself living within the pages of a Nicholas Sparks novel, falling in love in the southern summer heat with a young gentleman while walking the beach, fingers entwined together.
I'm a typical girl who dreams of her knight in shining armor. The man that will wisk me off of my feet, who will share my passions, support me and journey through life with me. Though I'd like to dream these things were right around the corner, or as Pocahontas would say- around the riverbend, my life is not centered around the desire to meet the man of my dreams, at least right here, right now.
I've heard it many of times before, the "you're gonna meet an attractive doctor", or "you're gonna fall in love and end up staying in North Carolina, raising children". While I am not a fortune teller or psychic and I won't disregard these comments. I find myself rolling my eyes at them every so often.
My moving to NC is not to live a Nicholas Sparks romance story. My goal in life at this moment is not to devour the personal ads. I am contently single.
In a society that propagates the need to have a significant other to be complete I stand out as the grey duck. I am not the girl that has dreamed of her wedding since as far back as I could remember. Now, that does not mean that I do not enjoy "Friday brideday" on TLC or look forward to that special day. But it is not something that consumes my every thought.
I'll admit. Some of my hesitation in believing the words I hear about finding love in NC is due to my own insecurities. I am a very strong, independent woman. I know who I am and am comfortable in my own skin. However, the thought that someone would take interest in me is sometimes a hard concept for me to grasp. Maybe it's hard for me to believe that someone would fall for me because it has been so long since I have truly experienced that rush of another persons affections. Or maybe I'm just modest. Maybe the thought of someone breaking down my walls and truly seeing me frightens me. Whatever my reasoning, it is slightly tainted. It is time for me to start living my life believing I am worthy of love, and open to the possibility.
I want to fall deeply, passionately in love. To share love with someone and grow old with them. I want nothing more than to be a mom someday. But I do not feel rushed to begin that journey. I do not feel pressured to meet those expectations, even with many peoples inquiries and predictions. For now I'm gonna tell my own Sparks story- and maybe the sparks will be of falling in love with a man, or maybe it will be a place or finding a path to follow my passion. That's the beauty of life, a life rooted in the Father's love, is that I do not need to search far and wide, through shelves upon shelves of books for my "Nicholas Sparks novel", I have peace in knowing that I am able to live my own story and content to know I will be provided with my desires and amazing things in time, good time.
For now my North Carolina story may not consist of the same passion most women crave within the pages of their Nicholas Sparks novel. I am okay with who I am, with the life I lead, not dependent on a man or lost in the daydream of finding my prince, knowing what I want, praying for my future and open to possibilities.
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