Taking the Plunge

Just like a meteor that shoots out of nowhere and slams smack into the face of the earth, I suddenly found myself headed for wedded bliss. I’ve always thought I would marry at the age of 30. Well not really always (unless “always” begins at age 20) Maybe because of the lack of suitable hubbies-to-be back then. Thus, it seemed safe for me to arbitrarily pick the age of 30 so I won’t be panicking anytime soon. Don’t get me wrong though. I had boyfriends back then but somehow getting married never crossed my mind. In fact, hearing the word “marriage” would send me scurrying into my mouse hole. The idea just never appealed to me back then. As time passed on, I found myself more convinced that the age of 30 is the perfect age to settle down (given that I was still in law school then, I still has to build my law practice, get a master’s degree, etc.) Or at the earliest, the age of 28. Fast forward to now. Lo and behold, I’M GETTING MARRIED. So much for my cast in stone declarations of past. I guess this is what they mean by having and knowing that it’s the ONE. When the right person comes along, then it’s the right time. I once declared, not too long ago and to the ONE no less, that a person will never be ready for marriage. You will just have to take the plunge and hope you’ll stay afloat. Well , I’m eating my words now. I think I’m ready. In fact, I’m excited. Incidentally, the big day will be four days short of my 28th birthday...