I used to believe I had to hate my singleness if I ever wanted to get married.
It made sense, somehow, that if I was content being single, there would be no reason for me to have a husband, or need one. In fact, more than anything, I worried that being content meant that I wouldn’t even want one.
So I fought. I fought every ounce of joy, every sneaking feeling of contentment like my life depended on it. Like my marriage depended on it.
Maybe you can relate.
Maybe you’re living life under that same belief right now. The one that says you have to hate your singleness in order to still want or find love, and when you get to the brink of sinking into the joy of your life right now, you never let yourself fall.
I’ve been there, too, friend, and I’m going to tell you the truth.
Keeping joy out of my life brought nothing into my life, nothing except heartache, anyway.
Heartache from never allowing myself to move beyond the hatred I had toward my singleness, to find contentment in the life I was living.
So slowly but surely, I started to give myself permission to enjoy the now. To let joy intermingle with the frustration and the disappointment. And do you know what happened? Life got brighter. I started actually LIVING again. And you know what else? I still wanted to get married.
Contentment in singleness and desire for marriage can coexist.
Take it from me, you can have both.
So if you’ve been living that life. The one where you push every feeling of joy or contentment away for fear that letting it seep in will wash away any desire for a husband, imagine with me for a moment.
How different would life look if you let those feelings come in?
Give yourself permission to find out if that life can coexist with your desire for marriage.
I have a sneaking suspicion you’ll be pleasantly surprised ♥️