
The point being, your twenties may not be the “best years of your life” but they most certainly are the most pivotal. These vital years are the ones where you start figuring out what you want to do for the rest of your life. You are no longer a starving college student. You are on a career path, making moves, beginning to conquer your goals and most likely looking for a mate to share the adventure with, right? Daunting as it may seem, we are on the brink of a new age: Adulthood. Queue “Dun Dunn Dunnnn”

Every time I turn around there is someone else getting married or having a baby or both. Free weekends have become scarce. I find myself occupying my free time with Bridal Showers, Baby Showers, Bachelorette Parties and Weddings. The funds in my bank account have dropped lower than Facebooks shareholdings. (Oh snap)
No, but seriously.
All of these events just don’t seem real until they are actually happening. And as much as we want to be happy for the people around us, who’s lives are changing, it is hard not to imagine what it would be like if the hoopla was about you. Things like; When am I going to get married? What will my wedding dress look like? Who will my bridesmaids be? When should I start popping out some kids? These are the questions that plague me with anxiety. You start to think that just because you don’t have a ring on your finger that something is wrong with you.
Absolutely, NOT. Life is about choices. You choose to get married and start a family. You choose the life you want to live. Whether you want to be a MILF or Cougar, the choice is yours. And I will always choose to support those around me. Yes, I will wear the bright pink taffeta and tulle bridesmaid dress. Yes, I will go North Dakota for your Wedding. Yes, I will journey into disease infested TOYS-R-US for your child and Yes, I will still hold your hair back when you are puking, no matter if it’s from alcohol or morning sickness.

So to the next person to send me a picture message of their new sparkling diamond- I will be cheersing champagne to you. And the next time my girlfriends and I go on a dinner outing, I will try not to wince at the fact that this may be the last one, pre kids. And the next time I visit my Pinterest I will NOT get depressed at my ever growing faux Wedding board- I will just tell myself am I planning for the time when I choose to make my fantasy a reality.
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