mission: possible

I went out for breakfast with my best friend yesterday to catch up. We talked about all sorts of things and of course, the inevitable came up: guys. I mean, two single twenty-something girls - the conversation was bound to get there eventually. Something she said stuck with me for the rest of the day and I guess I should put it on paper… or blog post…

I have these high standards… some might call them unrealistic… and she sort of dropped a comment that sounded a bit like this: “I mean, looking for a guy like that is great and all, but in the end, you sort of know it’s not going to happen.”

She didn’t mean to insult me in any way - nor was I insulted. But it just got me thinking, why not? Why am I not allowed to accept the fact that there are only a select few guys I’d ever really want to share my life with? I happen to believe in a God who can do anything. He made five fish and two loaves into a feast for thousands. So why would it be any less possible for him to put two people on earth that match each other perfectly? Neither would be perfect - I’m well aware of that. But it’s definitely not impossible to find the guy that’s right for me. Just like it’s not impossible for a crazy girl from Mississauga to make it big in Hollywood or write the next best seller. (I plan on doing both, btw).

I don’t like the word can’t. Besides growing wings and flying out the window, I’m pretty sure there’s nothing I can’t do. Some things take more effort, more determination and a hell of a lot more time than other things, but that doesn’t mean I can’t do them. Sometimes I don’t think we give ourselves enough credit.

I dunno.. this may just be the dreamer in me talking, but I’m pretty sure when God teams up with humanity, nothing’s impossible.