Simply Solo Spotlight: Finding Yourself First
Happy Tuesday! Today’s guest post is written by Emily Wynn. I hope you enjoy her story. It really resonated with me because I have finally started to realize that good things only happen once you are ready for them. (Wish someone had told me earlier because that would have made things a lot simpler!) When you’re done reading and commenting, be sure to check out Emily’s blog.
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Finding Yourself First
With Thanksgiving right around the corner, I can’t help but stop to think about what I’m thankful for. There’s a lot. This year, I’m thankful for all the opportunities I’ve had, the people I’ve met, and both old and new friends. Life is good. I’m especially thankful for the confidence I’ve gained and, along with it, the guy I’ve started dating. Had you told me last year at this time I would be seriously dating a great guy, I would have looked at you like you had three heads. But I am. And I’m incredibly lucky. It was a long year, but definitely one of the best chapters of my life. So, without further ado, here’s my story.
My freshman year of college, one of my best friends (who at that time had recently started dating a mutual friend) told me the minute I stopped looking for love, it would find me. I thought she was crazy.
“How can you find love if you’re not looking?” I thought. It seemed counter-intuitive.
It still does. But for some reason, it’s true.
At this time last year, I was preparing for a semester abroad in Germany. I was in the midst of being the news editor for my university’s paper, working an extra job for menial work-study wages, putting in my all at an internship – all on top of a full course schedule. I literally had no time to think about boys: I was busy finding myself.
Throughout my college years, I’ve looked back repeatedly at my only other “serious” relationship. It was a saga that took me years to get over. Imagine attending prom in the same group with your ex and his new girl only a few weeks after the breakup AND traveling internationally just a month or two later with him and you only get part of the story. I didn’t know what I’d done wrong, or why my ex didn’t like me enough to stick it out into our college years (correction: MY college years) even though he felt brave enough to take a stab at a trans-Atlantic relationship (which, looking back, probably meant no commitment on his end, rather than more commitment). I kept thinking back and asking those crazy “what-if” questions.
My friends, both at school and at home, told me not to worry about it – I would find the right guy eventually. I “deserved” it. I was a nice, successful, talented girl. Some guy would be incredibly lucky to have me. Several of them took it on as their project to find the perfect guy for me. (Of their attempts, even the most successful tries were epic failures.) At one point, I was the only single friend among a multitude of happy couples. Everyone wanted me to find “the one.” And I did too, so I played along.
But last fall, something changed. Through my job at the paper and my internship, my love for journalism exploded. I knew beyond a shadow of a doubt I’d picked the right major. And because I was getting ready to go abroad, I didn’t care about finding “the guy” – I didn’t want to have to leave him behind. I focused on myself and, as a result, discovered the confidence that everyone else saw in me. I finally saw what all my friends had seen in me all along. I am successful. I am talented. Any guy would be lucky to have me. And I knew with or without a guy, I could be happy.
Then 2011 came. I was at home in Colorado, waiting to go abroad. (I didn’t leave until March, because the semesters in Germany are different.) I got an internship at the TV station in my hometown, and I concentrated on that during the day, and my blog at night. I loved it. I grew a lot, both as a writer and a reporter. And then Eric happened.
I “found” Eric when I was stumbling around on WordPress one day, looking through the “Blog Buddies” posts. I randomly decided to click on this blog titled Sylvester Says. I read one post and thought to myself, “Hey – this guy is pretty funny.” So I commented. And the rest is history.
Eric and I became “blog buddies” and started commenting back and forth. We started talking more and more, and soon we were Skyping, calling each other and texting pretty much constantly. And due to the nature of our relationship, we were completely honest and open with each other from the start. I told Eric things it had taken me years to tell some of my closest friends. We just trusted each other. I think it came from the fact we could easily sever contact, and pretend we never met if something went wrong. But when Eric nobly tried to do just that, saying he didn’t want me to miss any chances abroad, it failed miserably. We were too attached already — and I didn’t ever want to let him go. We were falling in love with each other’s virtues and flaws, our personalities and everything else that comes out when you talk to someone for hours every day.
Eric and I didn’t start officially dating until he came to visit me after my semester abroad. At that point, we’d been talking for more than seven months, and I was INCREDIBLY nervous when I met him in person for the first time. But when I was finally in his arms, I knew he was everything I had hoped he would be and more.
And the best part is I know he loves me for me, because I know who I am. I wasn’t able to find a guy until I knew myself, and until I stopped looking. Until I was entirely comfortable being on my own, I wasn’t able to find someone to complement me.
Both of us are entirely ourselves around each other because we know who we are. We know we can function without each other, but when we’re together, it’s the best thing in the world.
I’m thankful every day. I am thankful that I was able to accept myself and, subsequently, find a wonderful man to take care of me. And I only found him when I wasn’t looking: I was just content with being me.
What are you thankful for? How has this year changed you? Have you felt the same confidence I was finally able to find?
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