I know you keep wondering. The wondering crept into every wedding I was in, especially when the last one of my best friends was married. At one of these weddings that I was a bridesmaid in, I got broken up with two days beforehand (on the day we were supposed to sign a lease to a house) and spent half the wedding sobbing in the bathroom. Trust me, I know why you’re feeling like this. Let’s say, just for the sake of conversation, you are the last one on the shelf. If the man who is most right for you sees you, chooses you, and commits to you… does it really matter when you found each other? If you’re the last one picked for varsity cheer, guess what? You still made varsity. You’re not “less than” because of the timing. Divine timing doesn’t operate on our human expectations. Sometimes we spiral about being last, when the only reason you were picked last for varsity was that the list was alphabetical. It was never about worth. It was never personal. You get to make a choice here. You can choose to feel like there must be something you’re doing wrong, or you can choose to believe that you’re perfectly timed for someone else’s answered prayer. When that happens, the rest won’t matter. Timing is building the bridge. Your job is to trust that it’s being built. Not finding your person yet doesn’t mean you didn’t find your person. This is not the ending to your story. Comment READ for the full Substack post Dating in your 30s LTKStyleTip LTKFindsUnder50 LTKPetite