There has always been a not-so-subtle social stigma attached to women. You know the one. We all know the one. Where we all, from wee little girls, must spend/fill our days dreaming of nothing else but the fairy tale of meeting and falling in love with Prince or Princess Charming, starting a family (preferably the younger, the better) and living oh-so happily ever after.
Except no one told me that at age (almost) 32, I will have done none of those/these things. Oh, I've loved. I've loved hard. But I've also lost and weeble-wobbly walked away from that love too. Or that I would be an (oddly happy) economically-struggling, unemployed blogger/writer currently living with her parents. Again. And that's it's okay. Better than okay. Because it's what I wanted, want and ultimately what I really need.
And up until now, and before watching Amanda de Cadanet's The Conversation, I haven't felt the acceptance from the outside (and sometimes even the inside) of my world to be confident of who/what I am while trying to figure out how to be the girl who has absolutely no desire to start a family now or for a man to come and scoop me up onto his white steed and certainly not depending on that knighted male for happily ever after me.
But I do now, dammit. And it's about time you hear my ROAR.
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