I know I've come a long way. Although Old Melanie would have been thrilled for my friend, a little part of me would have been envious. Not jealous, there's a distinct difference. To me, to be jealous would mean that I would want her man, in particular. I've never had that situation arise in my life and hopefully never will. Her man is her man and is lovely, but still, her man. I would envy that she had "done everything right" to get to this place in her life. That somehow she'd found the magic words or the keys to the gate of Coupledom. That because she was prettier than me or smarter than me or more faithful than me, she had scored the ultimate prize. Again, that didn't happen to New Melanie.
New Melanie was truly and down to her core ecstatic for her friend. I knew deep-down that this friend has had the same doubts, the same second-guessing, the same thoughts of a potential lifetime of Singleton status at various points in her life. We've shared these feelings and thoughts and she's encouraged me to hold out, that there IS someone out there whose path will eventually cross mine and all that waiting will pay off. Heck, the waiting will probably even make it so much better when it does come around. Her willingness and openness to share such personal thoughts with me has been super encouraging because
So, I've come a long way, baby. And it's a nice place to finally be. I'm okay with all this silliness. I may still get frustrated every now and then, but I have to have faith that it will happen when it's right and let go of the control (and if you know me, you realize how hard just saying that sentence is!). I may still have a few more frogs in the line waiting for their kisses, but I'm pretty sure if I squint hard enough, I can see my prince down there...and he's waiting too. Maybe we can meet in the middle...
P.S. Congratulations, S!