I was waiting until I had “my own” place to paint my bedroom, to plant a garden.

I was waiting until a special occasion to wear the last few spritzes of my favorite, and now discontinued, perfume.

I was waiting until I met “him” to date. To set the table, to cook the meal, to play the music. To get dolled up and go out on the town.

I was waiting until who knows when to use the special bath salts I got as a gift.

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I’m not sure when, and I’m not sure why, but one day I just decided to stop waiting.

I got tired of hearing myself saying “I want to.. but…”

So:

I painted my bedroom yellow, myself.

I planted an herb garden, with the help of a friend.

I used the last of my perfume, and often take off the lid just to smell it again.

I started dating my friends. I buy them flowers, surprise them at work, cook dinners – set the table, play the music, make the mix tape-ish playlists. We get dolled up, we go out on the town. Love letters are written. Happiness is spread.

Most days now are not filled with “I want”, but “I will”…. No more waiting “Until”….