my time

I've recently discovered patience I've never possessed before.  Perhaps, I've hit a stride of contentment I've never possessed before and that has enabled me with patience?  Or perhaps we really do mellow with age.

It seems every (female) blogger I read (including me) has had the posting regarding comparing herself to others.  How am I stacking up?  How is my life playing out in comparison to my neighbor's?  Am I on the right track?  It is hard not to judge oneself against others when one is type A, a woman or both.  I've known women who have the 2.5 kids, the 2 car garage and the dog all before 30.  I was barely engaged before the age of 30.  I also know a lot of women in my own life who aren't married, who aren't dating and who seem very happy and they are pushing 40.  It has been a hard balance judging myself against the blog world ideal and the reality I know and where I am in my own life.

My mom has always said that D$  works "on his own time".  Understatement of the year.  It took him 5 years to "propose", 16 years to finish college, 2 years of looking for houses to purchase....dude just takes.  his.  time.  I am much more impulsive.  So D$'s time constantly chaffed my impulse, my expectations of where we were supposed to be based on my judgments of where we were.  Add to that the "1. marriage 2. house 3. baby" which is the social norm, and a girl is bound to go straight up crazy.

Recently, I've hit a stride and like I said maybe just happiness, where MY time is melding with D$'s time and that time pays no head to social expectation time.  I've stopped being concerned with who is doing what, why and how and really, truly begun to seek inside for what WE are doing, why and how.  And subsequently WE, me and D$, have hit our stride too.  (not that we weren't happy before)  We've come into our time.