Pushing Thirtyy & Beyond…

I do, do I?

My older brother got married a little more than a month ago.  It was a moment growing up I never could have imagined.  My brother is a hard person to get to know, but once you get in, he is a smart, funny, sweet, no bullshit kinda guy.  His desire to stay out of gossip is certainly admirable.

I, of course was a bridesmaid.  That in and of itself was an unreal experience. I bought all those bridesmaid guides, had bridesmaid meetings, and did all the thing a good bridesmaid does, all while working with culture and language barriers. There was so much I wasn’t prepared for.  But the biggest thing I hadn’t prepared for was when the guests came up to me asking when it was my turn to tie the knot.  Mostly, I laughed this off, or showed them my naked finger.

At 27, I’m not quite ready to get married.  I’m not far off, but there are a few things I need to progress in my life before I am ready. I have got the guy that I want to be with, so that’s not really the question, but there’s a certain amount of growth in our relationship and our personal lives I think we need to see.  That’s not to say I wouldn’t accept a ring tomorrow…

A lot of my friends and people I grew up with have started to get married, which is to be expected so it’s not surprising that I would be getting that question.  And all it does is make you think, “Am I supposed to be getting married?”

As a teenager, I had imagined myself being married by the age of 27.  Twenty-seven seemed so far away.  But now that I am living it, and watching it pass by, it seems so unrealistic that it could ever have been my time stamp.

I do want to get married, someday soon, but not too soon.  That, at least I know. Each wedding I attend over the next year or so will serve as a reminder that this expectation is looming at every corner.  As someone who was usually ahead of the curve growing up, I am happy to take my time fulfilling this expectation.