Still Reminding Myself: Don’t Settle July 28, 2008

 

One week before my 31st birthday.

Yesterday my mom requested that I take the occupation of finding a husband more seriously.   I pointed out that NOBODY wants me to find Mr. Right more than I do.  She suggested I pray – that may help.

After sleeping a total of three hours last night, I woke up anxious and distraught.  In the morning I divulged my concerns over the increase in my rent to my cleaning lady and shared a story about the incompetency of my building super.  She suggested I find a husband who would take care of me and all these problems I have.

Tonight my older brother called all chipper and chatty – and I believe with good although misguided intentions.  He and his wife have been to several weddings lately which they found boring and disconnected from.  They can’t wait for my wedding – then they’ll really enjoy themselves!  My sister-in-law has an outfit picked out for herself and my nephews – yippee!  I told him I slept a total of three hours last night because of anxiety and stress.  This conversation was not helping.

When my brother asked about the (yet another) eligible (as in unmarried, male, and part of our South Asian/Muslim community) bachelor he’s set me up with, I told him that the fellow looked like a bit of a dud in his pictures.  My brother reminded me that there are pictures of me out there that would make someone think twice too.  Translation: Don’t have such high standards.

But shouldn’t I?  Wouldn’t it be a total injustice to my entire life if I settled?  After I’ve spent so many years patiently searching for the right man?  Someone who excites me; someone who engages me; someone who challenges me; someone who comforts me; someone who loves me.  I’m not saying he should be perfect – just perfect for me.

I dunno, man.  Maybe its time for me to say my prayers.