“‘Settling’ is not always a bad thing.”
Where is this place in which the following things exist: the perfect job, the perfect mate, the perfect home, the perfect pair of jeans? I don’t know but it’s certainly nowhere near where I live. And it’s not where you live either. Somewhere along the line, we all got sold a bill of goods and are spending our adult lives wondering if we should “settle” for, say, a guy who’s right in front of us and who is perfectly nice but maybe has some un-perfect habits (like an unnatural love of sports or stuffed animals) instead of waiting for our Prince Charming (fictional) to ride up (it’s 2010, why is he riding) in his horse-drawn carriage (I’m past the age when carriages held any appeal).
The word “settle” holds about as much allure as “root canal” but really, what’s wrong with embracing reality and acknowledging that there is no such thing as the perfect anything? That’s not saying that if you’re unemployed, you should take any job offered or if you’re single, you should grab any person around and make a go at it—you have your pride, I hope. But waiting around for something that will never come is madness and as soon as you embrace your choices, warts and all, you can let the dream of what will never be, go. The judgment of others will unlikely follow (“Your new apartment is in what neighborhood?”) but no matter—their issues are not for you to worry over.
Where is this place in which the following things exist: the perfect job, the perfect mate, the perfect home, the perfect pair of jeans? I don’t know but it’s certainly nowhere near where I live. And it’s not where you live either. Somewhere along the line, we all got sold a bill of goods and are spending our adult lives wondering if we should “settle” for, say, a guy who’s right in front of us and who is perfectly nice but maybe has some un-perfect habits (like an unnatural love of sports or stuffed animals) instead of waiting for our Prince Charming (fictional) to ride up (it’s 2010, why is he riding) in his horse-drawn carriage (I’m past the age when carriages held any appeal).
The word “settle” holds about as much allure as “root canal” but really, what’s wrong with embracing reality and acknowledging that there is no such thing as the perfect anything? That’s not saying that if you’re unemployed, you should take any job offered or if you’re single, you should grab any person around and make a go at it—you have your pride, I hope. But waiting around for something that will never come is madness and as soon as you embrace your choices, warts and all, you can let the dream of what will never be, go. The judgment of others will unlikely follow (“Your new apartment is in what neighborhood?”) but no matter—their issues are not for you to worry over.
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