Someone who makes me happy

My sister and I were just talking to our mom via Skype, when she made a throwaway comment about how she wasn't sure either of us was ever going to get married.

Hey, said my inner voice. 

Hey!, said my other inner voice. (Backing up the first inner voice.)

And a third, quieter inner voice said, But what if she's right?

And to that I say: Well, so what if she is? Wouldn't that only be one more reason to have a great relationship with myself? Isn't that the most important relationship I'm ever going to have, no matter my marital status? 

One of my favorite blogs, Wait But Why, has an absolutely smashing article called How To Pick Your Life PartnerAnd I think the part that stood out to me the most - the first of many times I read it - was, "A single person who would like to find a great relationship is one step away from it, with their to-do list reading, "1) Find a great relationship." People in unhappy relationships, on the other hand, are three leaps away, with a to-do list of "1) Go through a soul-crushing break-up. 2) Emotionally recover. 3) Find a great relationship." Not as bad when you look at it that way, right?"


And by the way, I want to marry Tim Urban, the author of Wait But Why. Just in case he ever reads this. I think his instant gratification monkey and my instant gratification monkey would get along swell (and he'll know what that means. For the rest of you, watch his TED Talk and you'll want to marry him too.)

But I've digressed. 

What I'm saying is, I am not currently married, but I am sure as Hell going to be the best partner to the best guy who comes along and makes my happy little moments feel even happier and less little. And until he finds his way into my life, I am going to have the best time without him. I am going to keep traveling and hiking and adventuring and friending and flourishing and shining.

Such that when he meets me, he's going to think, Wow, I'm one lucky guy.