But recently I've been thinking about my life as a single person, and you know what? I'd have to say that I'm pretty dang grateful that I'm not married (or even dating for that matter--gasp!). Because not only do I love my life, but I am, in fact, IN LOVE with my life.
Disclaimer: I already understand that marriage is important and necessary and wonderful, alright? So stop that.
But wow. If I had gotten married at 19, like the rest of Provo, I would have missed out on so much. I wouldn't have gotten to meet and hang out with SO MANY GOOD PEOPLE. I wouldn't get to go camping with 30 of my friends in the mountains on a whim. I wouldn't get to go to institute every Tuesday and church every Sunday and chat with basically everyone in the ward afterward. My contact list in my phone would be significantly shorter. My pictures on social media would be significantly less exciting. The number of places I've been would be smaller. And the neurons in my brain would be significantly less connected because I would have had significantly fewer stimulating and interesting conversations!
I am so grateful to be 22 and single. Because 22 is so young! And I get to spend these classic young adult years doing exactly what twenty-somethings should be doing: exploring, discovering, traveling, playing, growing, learning, right alongside my lovely contemporaries, whom I feel so blessed to know.
Every person has a different path to take in life. I know plenty of married people who say they're so glad they got married at x age, and they couldn't imagine anything better. That's okay. That's good. That's great. That's not for me. Let's still be friends.
Wait. Can you still have friends when you're married?? Hahaaaaa jk guys.
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