All my life, I've been told that a woman should get married, have kids, the works.

But I never knew when I'd find the man for me. 

So I looked.

And looked.

And looked.

Finally, I realized, my perfect guy wouldn't come so long as I looked for him.

I have to wait on God to send me my perfect man because I'm not ready to get a man just on a whim.

I have to make sure I'm ready to live on my own, to experience life by myself before I expect to bring a man into my circle.

But... 

When?