In the past few months, I’ve been thinking a lot about something most girls do. My wedding.

Sounds normal, right? Well, if you take in the fact that less than a year ago I absolutely loathed the concept of marriage, it’s a bit strange and unexpected. 

I really did hate the idea of getting married. Of course, it was all based on the fact that my parents (and other members of my family) are divorced and I was sure I would face the same doom if I said “I do.” But that’s not all. I felt it was completely unnecessary to get married because honestly, what was the difference between a just staying together forever with no pomp and circumstance or proving you’re going to do so with a piece of paper and a big white wedding? 

So, in my regular angsty fashion, I vowed never to get hitched. Even if it meant I would never get to have a first dance with my husband, have my dad walk me down the aisle, do that whole bouquet-throwing thing—-the whole shebang. Weddings are all the same, I thought. Why go with the trend?

After a while, though, I began to reconsider my choice. Just because my parents got divorced doesn’t absolutely mean I will either. They had their own problems, so why was I going to let their issues affect my future? And also, weddings can be fun. I’ll make sure mine is as awesome as possible. More importantly, I’ll make sure the guy is also as awesome as possible.

Now I’m totally okay with the idea of getting married. It’s not like I’m obsessed with finding the perfect man now—-I’m just finally content with the idea that, when I find that special man (which will be at least ten years from now), I won’t mind if he gets down one knee. I’ll accept, and make sure it’s the right choice.