Let go and let God

I could feel the breakdown coming.

All it took was one text to give me a gentle push over the edge.

"I'm feeling angry and single" was my good night text to mom.

24 hours later, I was feeling a little less angry to talk.

My mom was 27 when she finally met my dad, her person. She had a good chunk of her 20s to date "the same damn assholes" [her words], live, and learn. Yes, it's frustrating. And annoying. And really sucky sometimes. But, "it's just not your [my] time yet Lina" In lieu of getting all Christian Mingle on you, it's God's plan right now not mine. So I'll just keep doing good and being happy, just like mom told me. And the next time I get to feeling angry and single I'll just remember I can order Lilly Pulitzer bedding and not have a boy to get all huffy over it.