Whenever I hop on the phone with my Grandma, she always asks about my relationship status.
“Have you found yourself a young man yet?”
“When are you going to want to settle down?”
My answer is always the same. “I don’t know, Nana.”
Thing is by the time Nana was my age she was married and the mother of multiple children. And for a minute I begin to doubt myself. I wonder if I’m falling behind. Maybe I won’t reach my goal of having true love and little ones. But then I climb down from my cloud of gloom and say to myself, “Nah, I’m good. I’ve got some years left.”
When you’re like me, 23 going on 24, it’s a weird stage. It’s a transitional period. I’m not partying like crazy like at 20 and 21. I’m almost at my mid-twenties and trying to figure out what kind of adult I want to become. At the same time I still like to eat a lot of pizza and watch Netflix.
So you can imagine my surprise when, while waiting for my Netflix movie to load, I log onto Facebook to see yet another photo of a sonogram. Or was it another relationship status change? So-and-so is now engaged to so-and-so. Sigh. These are my peers. They are so young and are about to take a step that many older adults can’t quite figure out.
While it is not my place to knock anyone’s decisions – maybe you’re ready to be responsible for a precious little boy or girl, or commit to your significant other forever – I do wonder whether my “friends” are fast forwarding through life. They may be missing out on experiences that they need to develop as individuals. They won’t be able to take risks without affecting their child(ren) or partner.
This is why as a single woman I take the opportunity to be selfish, but not in a stingy or bitter away. I can date! A lot. And multiple men. I can travel and visit wine country in Northern California with nobody telling me otherwise. This is the time to do all of that and more.
My late twenties are on my heels. Then will be a great time to be a wife and mother. Until then I want to enjoy my freedom, pre-26.