Between living in a hostel, going out, and dating apps, there are no shortage of fish for me to meet in the sea I’m swimming in. Yet, all of these years and experiences has only kept me saying “Just keep swimming” like Dory from Finding Nemo. Only at least Dory wouldn’t remember boring dates or unmet unrealistic expectations.
I’m not one of those thirsty girls trying to get wifed up and start a family… Although dual citizenship sounds pretty nice. I’m just ready for love, and want to be with someone who’s down to be goofy, and spend time with me long term-ish. Is that too much to ask?
I find myself asking how I’ll ever find my fish when I’ve done all I can think of on my part. I go out on dates, meet countless new people a week, and put myself out there on the daily. Still, 9 out of 10 times it’s fun, yet as I walk away I internally hear Ariana Grande’s song “Thank You, Next” play in my head.
That’s not to say I’m not enjoying the single life. I think it’s healthy to like where you are, but still want more for yourself. So, the question remains. How do I find my fish?
The answer is I’ll never find it. It will find me. I know that sounds just about as cliché as a basic bitch wall hanging that says “Live, Laugh, Love” but it’s true. There’s a natural unfolding that takes place when you replace searching with being.
I’d be lying if I said my life didn’t occasionally turn into a game of where’s Waldo, and by Waldo I mean my future man. It’s not always easy when you want something and it’s not showing up. Yet, I have confidence that the best has yet to come for me and my love life. In the meantime, I’ll keep living it up, and appreciate the single life. When the time is right, my fish will appear, so long as I just keep swimming.
Brooke Lyn Landon 