On a warm summer evening a few years ago, I got together with four of my single girlfriends. We gathered in my friend Tracy's living room. Two of us sat on the edge of her couch, and two of us sat Indian style on the floor. Our arms were outstretched, hands clasped together. We burned candles. We closed our eyes. We prayed—for ourselves, for each other, and for the imaginary men that we hoped to one day marry.
We had read in our Bibles that it was important to pray boldly, so that is exactly what we did. We presented God with lengthy descriptions of our ideal men. In the form of a list. The List. Should Couples Pray Together While Dating? One Author Says 'No'
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It was a complex, thoughtfully-planned affair. There were bullet points and petitions for things we wanted most in these men: "spiritual leader," great sense of humor, financially stable, and of course, "best friend."
It's the Christian female's version of the Holy Grail, and many of us spend our lives searching for it. For him. My own personal search has gone in waves. They rocked me back and forth, but never delivered me anywhere definite.
There were times when I cared far too much about having a romantic relationship. Times when I was dreamy and sentimental, reading Jane Austen novels and hanging onto every word in every love song. There were times when I was disappointed by love, by its inconsistencies, its wrenching heartache, and its inability to live up to all the enormous expectations I had placed on it. 10 Most Romantic Movie Moments
These times where often followed by bouts of searching and questioning, taking more of a scientific approach. I went out on many dates with many men, always observing and recording and comparing every variable. Was dating this person logical? Was it practical? Could I trust him? Would he hurt me? It was a methodical mind game. I never won.
Then for certain periods, I abandoned the search entirely, focusing instead on my goals and dreams and career aspirations. I stopped dating. I stopped noticing men. I traveled the European continent. I started a graduate program that kept me locked in my bedroom amidst piles of books, sifting through research and analyzing the arguments of Foucault. 6 Ways To Survive Holiday Travel
I kept myself busy, but something was still wrong.
Even when I was most productive and most accomplished, the one thing I lacked was plain-and-simple contentment. I didn't know how to stop fighting my singleness, how to stop filling it with distractions. I didn't know how to just be.
My sister-in-law had figured it out, though. She was 32 years old when she met my brother, and after they married, she told me this: "You have to come to the point where you can honestly let it go. Where you can recognize that finding love isn't the most important thing in the entire world. That's where I was at when I met your brother, and I don't think things would have worked out between us any other way." 8 Reasons To Finally Let Go Of Your Ex
I thought about what she said, and it made sense. I heard her out. But before I knew it, I spun her words into methodology again. I saw her advice as a means to an end.
Rather than just "letting it go," I focused on the end result. I fixated on finding love after learning to let it go. I saw it as another gimmick, another formula that I could use to possibly attain what I wanted—like making a list and praying over it, for example. I was still stuck in my old habits.
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