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After a very interesting week of conversations with friends from a variety of life stages, I have decided that there is far too much emphasis on “finding” your husband/wife. I truly do not understand it. Perhaps this stems from the fact that my parents did not raise me to be someone’s wife. They raised me to be a strong, independent, loving, care woman who will hopefully have the opportunity to help others and make a difference in life.

I am not looking for my husband. I am not looking for the father of my possible children. I’m looking for that guy who I can travel with, laugh with, adventure with, go to sporting events with, lay on the couch and watch movies with – jet-set, climb mountains, watch sunsets, bury our toes in sand, immerse ourselves in cafes saturated with foreign languages. My partner in crime.


Everyone is in such a rush to get to the end, they aren’t enjoying the journey on the way. I do not feel getting married marks some sort of “success”, nor does NOT getting married mark some sort of “failure”. You are enough. Your partner should enhance the person you are; allow you to shine even brighter than you thought possible.

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