The reality of my getting married is dawning sooner at 99 days to go as of date. We have a place to live already but it has yet to be furnished. I look around my room and think about the things that I will bring.. my books sans Sweet Valleys and Love Stories, my clothes and shoes - only those that fit and I really wear, and my toys. Oh my stuffed toys! What to do with these toys that I sleep with and hug every night? They provide me the comfort of a soft hug when my heart is hurting or when my tummy is aching. I talk to them when I'm happy or sad or problematic because they are shaped like animals. I love animals! They are technically pillows that are shaped like animals! Society dictates, however, that these are toys and are for little girls or early twenty-somethings, most definitely not for a bride-to-be.
Do I have to change so much along with getting married? Aside from the legal fact that I have to change my surname, I also have additional domestic tasks and future birthing and child-rearing tasks. I guess this is the next level of adulthood. Looking back, I realize that it's so fun to be single and earning your own money but living at your parent's house. It's the best ever but I know it won't last forever.
This transition is eventual, this is probably why my married office mates act like they do. It's difficult to see everything from their perspective when I'm busy enjoying my single life. It's not that married life is not enjoyable, it just has a different type of enjoyment and fulfillment.
So it looks like I must take the leap. I was actually fortunate to be given the chance of a year or so to prepare for this huge life transition instead of rushing all that up in 100 days, but now it's 100 days to that day again and there's no turning back.
I'm still not resolved to leave my toys but I know it's the right thing to do. It's the path to maturity.
Do I have to change so much along with getting married? Aside from the legal fact that I have to change my surname, I also have additional domestic tasks and future birthing and child-rearing tasks. I guess this is the next level of adulthood. Looking back, I realize that it's so fun to be single and earning your own money but living at your parent's house. It's the best ever but I know it won't last forever.
This transition is eventual, this is probably why my married office mates act like they do. It's difficult to see everything from their perspective when I'm busy enjoying my single life. It's not that married life is not enjoyable, it just has a different type of enjoyment and fulfillment.
So it looks like I must take the leap. I was actually fortunate to be given the chance of a year or so to prepare for this huge life transition instead of rushing all that up in 100 days, but now it's 100 days to that day again and there's no turning back.
I'm still not resolved to leave my toys but I know it's the right thing to do. It's the path to maturity.
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