This week is just speeding away from me, I just don't know where the time is going, can I have an extra Sunday or an extra Tuesday every week please!? This time next week I'll be turning Twenty Seven, how very scary. Over the last few months I've had mini conversations in my head, with the mother and with my group of girl mates about being single in your late twenties. If I told my seventeen year old self I would be (newlyish) single at twenty seven I would of probably laughed and then cried a little inside.
Don't get me wrong its probably not as bad as it sounds, I've had some great adventures in those years but when a lot of my close friends are paired off and pretty happy with their other half's which is fabulous, it does leave me feeling somewhat bewildered. For a very long time I chose to be single (three years to be precise) I wasn't fussed about finding a partner, but the older I'm getting (yes i know twenty seven isn't old) the more pressure I feel to fall in with the right guy, but finding him is somewhat impossible when your mates aren't single, you can't exactly hang out in a bar on your own, and lets face facts Tinder is just filled with confused men looking for hook ups.
Facebook seems to be steady stream of with friends getting engaged, married and having beautiful babies and I'm here painting and drinking my cups of tea (I do get out I promise) wondering what the hell am I doing wrong. Wrong probably isn't the word, I'm probably looking under the wrong kinda rocks or possibly the fact I freelance from home doesn't exactly give me the chance to bump into the office hottie!
Dating in London is tough there are so many men (and I'm sure some women are the same) out there that seem to be fixed on the "I'm not ready to settle down vibe," of the "I haven't quite got my shit together thing" In the last year and a half I decided to make a conscious effort to try and find a nice guy, people are either in two minds about this, "you go get them girl" kind of people or the more laid back "let love find you" types. Now I am a mix of the two and that's a very confusing place to be. I have been told dating in London is completely different to other parts of the country and now with the introduction of Tinder and other dating apps it seems finding lasting, meaningful relationships in such a fast pace city a struggle, with at the swipe of a digit you can find another girl to chat to.
When you're in your late twenties the pool that you find yourself bobbing about in has some what lost its ripples and its just you swimming about with what appears to be the guppy fish and that elusive clown fish that keeps darting in and out of the coral, I personally don't find it always sucha fun place to be. Believe me dating is fun, its great I have some hilarious stories and some cringey goings on. But gosh its hard to put yourself out there all the time. I should be less stressed at the prospect of being single again and embrace it, enjoying my time not spent cleaning nappies or halving bills.
So instead of worrying about what others think, how they perceive me and feel I have to put myself out there I'm going to be all radical and just go with the flow, I'm going to enjoy my own company, get out more, dress in pretty clothes (for me) and concentrate on myself and making me feel capable to tackle anything alone, because at the end of the day that's what its all about being the best version of yourself. Lets enjoy what we have more and not what we don't or we wish we had, everyone's path is different and everything happens in time.
HOPE YOU'RE HAVING A WONDERFUL DAY.