This one's for all the single ladies.
...put your hands up.
But more than that, this one's for the single ladies who refuse to settle.
Okay, I'm not talking about those of you (us) with impossibly high standards, walkin' around in a dream world, waiting for Prince Charming to ride up on his white stallion and sing us a John Mayer ballad while he sweeps us off our feet, quite literally, and we ride off into a perfect-climate sunset.
I'm talking about the witty, the accomplished, the remarkable women who are sparkling, whirling cyclones powering their own lives with their own vivid wind power. I'm talking about the women who run their own wild course of self-set and grittingly met challenges and constantly seek to learn more, know more, be more, love more.
Miss Fisher is my spirit animal.
Because some of us aren't looking for Mr. Right Now, and nor do we believe that Mr. Right is all he's cracked up to be. Some of us would be pleased to patch together a 1+1=infinity life of stitched compromises and sacrifices and teamwork with someone who's got the same mettle that we do. Give me a love that makes me livid. Give me a love who challenges and supports me. Give me a love that is deeper than the wishing well. Give me a man as complicated as I am.
“Give me a man as complicated as I am.”
Because, world, there will always be women who settle, and there will always be women who take every comer. But some of us have been around awhile, leaning against the wall in the middle school dance, watching the other girls get picked and paired, one by one. And while we've been waiting we've been growing on our own, sharpening our insight, honing up our cache of life experiences, compounding our complication into a miracle of complex individuality. And we do not interest the players, and we cannot streamline ourselves for the simple, and we are not interested in being taken at face value, and we will not lose ourselves in any man, and we dare not surrender to anything other than the most authentic and interested of overtures.
#truth
We are independent, and yet we need, greatly.
I'm not waiting for Mr. Right, or Prince Charming. I'm waiting for someone who who can handle me. I'm waiting for a my match. I'm waiting for my Benedick.
If he can sing, well, that's just a bonus.