Babies

Being in my mid-20s, I’m at the stage in life where a lot of my peers are settling down. It feels like almost every day I see a new Facebook post announcing an engagement or pregnancy. I’ve noticed a lot of my fellow single ladies lamenting over all the weddings in particular. ‘When is it going to be my turn?’ they ask, while drowing their sorrows in wine and ice cream. The thing is, I don’t really feel that way. While it would be lovely to meet my person and live happily ever after, I’m not in a rush. Honestly, if it happens it happens. If not I really don’t mind being single. What I do spend my time being envious over is the babies.

I know I want to be a mom, partnered or not. The idea of single motherhood by choice doesn’t even really scare me. The problem is, it’s just not the right time in my life yet to embark on that journey. My ready in almost every way, but my bank account just isn’t there yet. It’s hard to come to peace with that fact, when you want something so desperately. 

This evening I came across the profile of a little girl who was just listed for adoption. She turns 2 in May, has downs syndrome and is absolutely adorable. The headline of the posting read ‘Could you be her Mama?’ Yes, yes I could. I could see myself bringing this sweet girl home. If there was any possible way I could make it happen, I would in a heartbeat. But I’m not there, and I need to try to make peace with that.

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Radical love

I’ve made many past forays into blogging, and none of them stuck. I think the most I ever wrote were 5 posts before it fell by the wayside. I wrote about things like makeup, and fashion. Things I thought others would be interested in. I was interested in these things too, to an extent. But that was my problem. I was interested, but not passionate. Interest will reel you in, but you need passion to sustain it. 

I have learnt that life is a beautiful, messy, thrilling ride. The question is, how do I want to carry myself through this crazy thing called life. The way I see it, there are two options. Option one is what many people choose. They live a quiet life, doing what is expected of them. Their existence is confined to the cookie cutter society has placed around them. Then there’s option two. It’s a bit harder to pin down, since there is no mould to follow. It’s the idea of looking into the deepest spaces within your heart and using that to lead you. Doing things that make your soul dance, and your heart sing. I don’t know about you, but I choose option two. 

Thinking about how to go about that led me to an idea: Living life with radical love. Love for yourself. Love for your family, friends and strangers. Love for the earth. Love for causes that speak to you. I want to live my life by leading with radical love, and I’d love to have you join me.