Am I Ready to be a Wife?

I think we all know the answer to that question.

I read a post from a fellow blogger, Natasha Craig, about what she gave up when she got married, and it was wonderful. I’m not going to give you a spoiler, because I think you should read it. She got married when she was 19, a year younger than I am now. (Yeah, sorry, the blog is still called Nineteen Going on Ninety because Twenty Going on Ninety isn’t nearly as catchy.) Of course, people told her not to and told her all the horror stories, how it would end in divorce, etc, etc.Image

She talks about how she did give up a lot, and what it meant to her. My favorite quote was: “I went home on June 8th in someone else’s car, to sleep in someone else’s bed, and breathe someone else’s air. It would never, from that moment on, be just ‘me’ anymore.” She says that her marriage brings her so much happiness that she even wishes she got married sooner than she did.

I think that’s amazing! But I don’t think that’s for everyone. I don’t think there’s anything wrong with getting married young- God has a different plan for everyone. Two of my best friends got married at 20, and I can’t imagine it happening any other way. But I also don’t think there’s anything wrong with waiting to get married until you’re older. I have friends that have been married for almost a decade, and they’ve said that the first year of marriage is going to be incredibly hard no matter what – you know, “you’re never ready” – so if you’re committed to marriage and staying together, it doesn’t matter if you do it at 19 or 29.

However, I respectfully disagree. Not about the first year of marriage being hard, because I’m sure it will be. I don’t want to share my bed with anyone. Ever.

I also agree that yes, you’re probably never going to be completely ready for marriage. But I’d like to get close to ready, and there’s multiple reasons why I’m not there yet. 

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Here’s To An Amazeballs Semester

It’s been 7 days, and I already feel like an adult.

I love it! I hated staying in my apartment originally because there was no furniture and I was alone and creeped out. However, with furniture, a busy schedule, and a roomie, I’m loving living on my own.

My 3 day school week turned out to be more interesting than I thought it would be.

My first day, there was no parking, so I wound up being late for my first English class. I also had to leave campus immediately after my last class to attend the Luke Bryan concert. Rush rush rush rush. My life consists of rushing around like a crazy lady. I won’t go into deets about Luke, because that would open a whole different can of worms. I wore my Sperrys for walking around campus, because of the massive TU campus. What I didn’t know was that I hadn’t totally broken in my Sperrys. Long story short, I got, walked on, and still have some hardcore blisters. Continue reading