Step Zero

I am sitting in the Taco Bell drive thru ordering a week’s worth of caloric intake when it hits me: I am the exact age that my mother was when she married my father. At my age she was preparing to marry the love of her life, and I’m considering ordering two sodas so that they think the food is for two people.

First comes love, then comes marriage, then comes the baby in the baby carriage. Well, shit. If those are steps to life consider me at Step 0.

Everyone seems to be getting married and having children and I’m just sitting here asking the waitress if happy hour ending at 6 is a rule or more of a guideline.  That stupid nursery rhyme never mentioned the part where you come home from work and ask your cat how her day was and shop in the “dinner for one” section at Target.

This is by no means a sob story. My life is marvelous. I have a kick ass job, the greatest group of friends, and spectacular abs. Well.. maybe two just of the three, but I’ll let you guess. With my feed constantly filled with joyous announcements of women moving their way through that nursery rhyme’s steps, I sometimes find myself forgetting the magic that is my life.

How is it that I am constantly asked if I am dating someone? Can they not see my bulging eyes that are dying to tell you of my design presentation to the regional creative director that I killed or how I finally mastered my pizza crust recipe? My answer of ‘no’ is greeted awkwardly as if being single is a thing to be pitied.

Single does not have to be a four letter word. Not all of us find love immediately and very few are lucky to find their spouse as young as my mother did. Love does not always come first. I am 24 and I have already done so many incredible things in my life. I wouldn’t trade any of it to get ahead. My life is more than a nursery rhyme. So far as I am concerned, I’m okay with being at Step 0.

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