In a perfect world, we would have it all: the right car, the right clothes, the right career, and the right guy (or girl), but as we all know, life rarely turns out the way we expect. What if we had to choose . . . love or your dream? For the past couple of years, I’ve declared that I would choose my career path over love.
I’ve always stood firmly by the idea that, in order to be, happy in a relationship, you need to be happy as yourself first, how could I ever be happy knowing that I sacrificed my career for a man? Then after a plethora of chick flicks all pushing the same obvious agenda, I thought . . . would I really be satisfied at the end of the day, if all I had was my apartment and a fish to come home to at night?
I know feminists everywhere are crying out in anger against this, but I am not pushing the age-old theory that a woman needs a man but something more along the lines of people need relationships. I have continued to state that I am not ready to have a real relationship (romantically or otherwise) because I don’t have time for people. I don’t need feelings or people getting in the way of what I really want.
At the end of the day, would I truly be enough? I am right now, but every now and then I catch myself missing something; the trust and the happiness you get from emotional interface. Can we ever truly be satisfied professionally if we are emotionally unfulfilled?