But when will you be ready?
As a naturally anxious individual, that question is dirty:
If I fucking knew, I wouldn’t be here.
At twenty-three, I don’t know if I’m ready for a relationship,
much less a marriage or, heaven forbid, a family. Hell, I’ve been with my job for two years, and I’m still not sure I’m ready.
I know, perfect timing doesn’t exist. And I don’t disagree.
When readiness becomes procrastination, you’re ready; you’re just making excuses.
But I exhort: be daringly honest and, should you find yourself unready, wait. When the world shouts Rush, build your own world.
Mary's One Hundred 