I remember that toward the end of high school, I made the plan to get engaged by 26 and married by 28.
Where did I come up with this crazy idea? Well, I’m not entirely sure, but I was probably influenced by my parents, who were married in their early 20s. I was likely also inspired by the Disney movies I'd seen (on repeat) growing up. After all, I'd longingly watched Jasmine fall in love with Aladdin in less than nine minutes and Ariel fall in love with Prince Eric even faster than that.
I based my perceptions of marriage on the things I saw around me. It seemed as though getting married sometime after college was the thing to do — the line between believing it was the best option and wanting to actually get married felt blurred.
Looking back, I can see that my marriage plan was much more of a social strategy than a personal one. I mistakingly figured that if the people (and characters) surrounding me could find love and companionship so easily, I could "settle down" by the time I turned 28.
But now, I'm a 29-year-and-three-week-old adult who knows that life doesn't always turn out according to plan. It isn't as though there's a shortage of amazing women. I've just never met the "right" type of person because I didn't know who she was, since I didn't know who I was. As I contemplate my failed marriage strategy, another thought comes to mind...