Our Father which art in Heaven

Sundays in my family mean one thing:  Church.
I was raised Protestant.
Well, I say Protestant because it's what fits the most in the sense that we are Christians but not Catholics and we don't specifically call ourselves anything.
If you ask my parents, they will say that they are Christ's children.
Anyway, I was raised Protestant.
My parents are the type that wake up early in the morning to pray.
They feel like it's important to go to church on Sundays.
To commune with God and hear His word.
I get it.
Don't get me wrong I have nothing against Church.
I think it's good.
I do.
Today, I didn't feel like going to Church though.
My mom forced me to.
My brother shared how he couldn't believe I wouldn't make time for God.
My father then chimed with if it was anything else I would wake up in a jiffy.
My mom accused me of being a rebel.
Her exact words were, "amaneciste insurrecta."
So I went to Church.
How perfectly rebel of me. 
This Church has a thing that after worship they allow for people to pray for each other's needs.
Today the pastor says that she wants couples with each other and the rest to find someone of the opposite sex to pray with because yes apparently.
I refused.
My father is all go go find someone.
Death stare from L.
So, mom says,  "let's pray the three of us."
So my father starts.
Prayers are funny in a way.
Prayer is about asking God for help.
So usually you pray for what you fear, feel.
Kind of what you want God to fix.
Help you with.
His prayer today was all about me.
He prayed for my future husband.
He prayed for God to ease my soul because the man of my life is already chosen by Him.
He prayed for me not to worry about it.
He also prayed for my spiritual well being.
He says that he can't judge how deep anyone's connection to God is.
But he judged anyway that I wasn't close enough to God and prayed for it.
His prayer was all about me.
Cause "amaneci insurrecta."
Apparently, I'm not Holy enough and are on the verge of suicide for lack of husband.
How nice.

re: no too early

My boss doesn't know I have a boyfriend, it just hasn't come up. Today she offhandedly made a comment about how I should be looking for a husband because she found hers at my age (22) while in med school. We were in an elevator going to a meeting, and I didn't fully register the comment until we got off the elevator. WTF.
People need to mind their own business.
Also, shouldn't someone have Other, Bigger Things to focus on in medical school?!
I am annoyed. I know that I'm not the best person to comment on this because I live with my boyfriend. I don't know how that happened or how we've been together this long. He is wonderful. But I don't like the idea of worrying about romance/marriage and shit, if it happens it happens and if it doesn't I love myself. That's good enough.

Realizations

I was talking to my sister yesterday and I realized that this year I will be 25 years old.

(Pause: Isn't a little crazy that we started this blog when I was 18?)

So this realization hit me like train.

Like a big crashing wave on the beach.

Like not very good news.

Up to this point in my life, I think I've done pretty well in certain aspects.

I have graduated high school and university.

I have a steady job in my field of study.

I have travelled a bit.

I have great friends

However.

Romantically?

I've sucked.

Sparsely dating is not a healthy romantic life.

Overall though I've done okay for myself.

Yesterday, as I realized that I would be 25 years old I made a decision.

Next year by this time (God willing), I will be moving out of my house.

It's something that I feel like I need to do for myself.

I've kept my promise to travel.

I hope I keep this promise too.