I finished whatever I was doing and IMed her back, “I’m all ears. What’s up?”
I will be 29 next week. Can you believe it? She writes. I am nowhere near married!
My friend is a beautiful woman with a high-paying job in corporate America. She lives in a nice condo in the posh side of Atlanta and drives a luxurious vehicle that her father gave her as Christmas present when she relocated to Atlanta from Boston 3 years ago. She’s got it all – volunteers each Wednesday at a local school, travels each year to an exotic country, and is heavily involved in various professional associations in her field.
“My life is not going as I planned. My boyfriend and I broke up six months ago. I don’t think we’ll get back together. And even if I meet someone next week, I still won’t have enough time to plan a wedding and get married before next March.”
“I hear you. Marriage at 30 has been your dream and now, you don’t think it will happen.” I typed.
“Yes!” She wrote.
We IMed back and forth for the next hour and a half until she got called away from her desk and had to get back to work.
While I understood my friend’s sentiments, I did not feel as pressed about getting married by age 30 as she does. Sure she’s one year older than me. I may feel like her when I’m her age; but I doubt it. Here’s why: