Tonight I sat outside...looking at the stars. Eating frozen yogurt. Straight out of the carton. Alone. I know what you were thinking...Awww, how romantic! Then you read I was alone. That's how I felt too. Lately my life has been a series of moments that would be incredibly cute...if they were shared by a couple instead of just by me. And no one else. Welcome to how I got to be 21 and have never held a boy's hand.
I discovered tonight, though, that I don't mind it as much anymore. I wouldn't have been eating straight out of the carton if I had been with a boy. Heavens, I wouldn't have been eating frozen yogurt period.
If I had a boyfriend I wouldn't be going to bed by eleven each night...I would probably be out doing something with him instead. I rather enjoy going to bed early...it makes me happy instead of cranky which I know everyone around me enjoys.
If I had a boyfriend I may not have put in my mission papers. I would be attending BYU in the fall which, oddly enough, would have extended my graduation by at least a semester.
If I had a boyfriend, I wouldn't have as much fun at wedding receptions. I wouldn't be able to sit and talk with my close girlfriends. And, who knows, I may not be as close with some of my guy friends.
So, at this point in my life, I'm okay with not having a boy. I took the time and found the positive. I should try that more often... ;)
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