It took me years to realize how destructive the pursuit of perfection really is. Thinking you have to do things perfectly and/or be perfect is like carrying around a heavy weight on your back, and it absolutely crushes happiness.
We weren't "ready" for marriage. We hadn't tried it out. According to conventional wisdom, we were "unprepared." We were two, apart, only dating -- courting, really -- until we were one. We were unmarried, and then we were married.
I'm recently engaged. I blew all of my rent money, hid the little shiny in my back pocket, and proposed successfully the last night of 2012. The ring doesn't fit quite right and the wedding won't be for another year or two, but none of that really matters after that elusive "yes."
It's incredibly important to recognize that while you are busy, and quite possibly fixated on being a bride and planning your wedding, perhaps your friends and loved ones are planning and getting ready other life changing events, like a double mastectomy or even a birth.
But lest these remarks paint me as an irritated, bitter (no, I'm not yet married myself) observer of this behavior, I should let you in on a little secret: I'm going to give all these Facebook-updating gals a run for their money when it's my turn.
"My name is Amy. And I'm an online dating fibber." When I filled in my application, I wrote my age from four years earlier. It wasn't as bad as one woman I know who, after fibbing about her age, weight, and hair color wrote that what she's looking for in a man is "honesty."