I’ve been thinking a lot about dating lately. I have a strong desire to be in a relationship and truth be told,
19. I want someone to fall madly in love with ME.
I mean the REAL me and all of me.
The me whose garage is totally messy cause sometimes to clean out my messy car, the stuff gets piled on the table in there.
The me who has a semi crazy life cause I have 2 daughters who I love but also drive me crazy and I birthed them so they’ll drive someone else completely insane some days.
The me that’s bossy cause I’ve always been the boss and in the end I really want what’s best not just what I want and sometimes I can’t see that the two aren’t the same.
The me that has an awesome, big job I love, but secretly wants to be a stay at home mom.
The me that leaves dishes in the sink cause I hate doing the dishes.
The me that hasn’t fully unpacked from the last trip but will before the next.
The me that wants to spend every holiday and vacation with MY family.
The me that wishes I could still eat McDonald’s.
The me that has a dent in her car but doesn’t want to fix it yet cause really…who cares.
The me who has clothes size 4-14 and everything in between.
The me whose kitchen has more than one ‘junk drawer’.
I guess I’ve FINALLY accepted that I’m never going to be perfect. And as much as I knew that, a part of me believed that THAT’S what people fell in love with – people they thought were perfect. And maybe, deep down, I believed it WASN’T happening for me BECAUSE all of these imperfect things and many more.
On top of it all, cancer has created many NEW, physical imperfections. My man made, cancer free boobs will never be perfect. My body will always have surgery scars and port scars and drain scars. Thank God for clothes and the dark 😉
But this isn’t a pity party, like why not me. It’s me finally letting go of the me I imagined was lovable and accepting the me I KNOW is lovable.
It’s me no longer fantasizing about married people and how perfect they seem together.
It’s me focusing more on what I have to offer versus what I’m lacking.
It’s me accepting that two people come together and actually make each other better.
It’s me recognizing that truly being myself is the only way I’ll have a lifetime, loving relationship.
It’s me understanding that the man I fall in love with won’t be perfect either, but hopefully perfect for me.
It’s me taking this new found openness and vulnerability and, although terrified, letting it infiltrate my love life too.
I never realized I was creating this barrier. I believed I thought I was ready and I couldn’t understand why I wasn’t dating. But my expectations, not of the guy, but of myself were not realistic.
And maybe the cancer idea of ‘damaged goods’ actually makes it easier for me to accept ALL of my imperfections. It all adds character, right? It also makes for some really great stories, that make for PERFECT date night conversation 😉