I watched a cheesy movie with my mom tonight that I hadn't seen since high school: Runaway Bride.
Julia Roberts doesn't know who she is so she keeps ditching men at the altar. Richard Gere, a journalist from New York City who's assigned to write a story on her ends up falling in love with her. She ditches him at the altar before coming around and proposing to him at his New York apartment.
It's a silly movie but something in it resonated with me. It's taken me a long time to figure out who I am and what I want to do (and even now, I don't fully know). I've gone through a lot of different opportunities for love but haven't ended up with anyone. The closest I got was in high school. Sometimes, I mope about still being single at 35.
At other times, I look at my friends, many of whom are now divorced and I feel grateful. It's probably better to avoid the altar until you know who you are. If you don't know that, no one else will be able to tell you.
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