Last night I tried to catch a cab on the corner of 57th and 6th when I was approached by an elderly woman who asked if I was heading to the east side (I wasn’t). Knowing full well that I had a limited amount of time to catch my train back to Jersey, I offered to give her the cab I had just hailed and consequently missed my train back. There was that in-between moment where I struggled internally with doing what I thought was right and what I knew would get me home sooner.
Those fleeting moments when we dance on the precipice of two conflicting ideas are not unlike their bigger picture counterparts. Every moment and every decision (no matter how small) has led me here. I wouldn’t have it any other way, but lately I feel as though I’m torn between two very different worlds. If you were to take a look at my Facebook newsfeed, you would find an even mix of posts about couples honeymooning in the Caribbean, children learning how to potty train, and friends who are showing off their cute party dresses in the fanciest restaurants and clubs the city has to offer.
As a childless 34-year-old, I often feel out of touch and out of place. Most of the friends in my age group are either married, with children, or married with children and the ones who aren’t have either experienced marriage before and aren’t ready to do it all again, are committed to being in long-term relationships without the commitment (and children), or they simply haven’t found the elusive ONE yet.
It’s a weird transitory place and I feel as though I don’t hear much about it. Today I wanted to open the discussion to see if anyone else can relate. Also, I hear this a lot from woman who are married/with children who feel they no longer have much in common with their single friends.
XOXO, my sweet ones, and a very happy weekend to you all!