How Do You Know When It's Time?
Today I post an article from blogger Matt Walsh. I love this article as it is very truthful and authentic. I know many people in my life who feel much pressure to get married. This either has to do with age, family, personal goals, etc. However, just like any other "big step" in life, you'll never be 100% sure because you will never be able to look into your future. You can make as many lists and plans, but at the end of the day you do not know what can and will happen.
As humans, we react in 2 ways when it comes to stressful situations: fight or flight. "Fight" meaning to take the risk and enjoy life as it comes, or "flight" meaning to run away hoping whatever it is you're scared of will never catch up. We hate to be vulnerable, especially in relationships! This starts from day one: does she like me? will he call me back? and continues as long as the relationship does: should I say I love you or wait until they say it first? Should they meet my family? Will her/his family accept me? ETC. ETC. ETC.
We are told all our life to be "ready", but honestly, are we ever really ready for anything that comes our way? I'm not saying to marry the first person you date, or think about marriage after the first date, but if you never try then you'll never know.
I wasn’t ready for marriage
I met my wife on eHarmony. I was a morning rock DJ in Delaware, she was living in Maryland and finishing up her degree. I drove two and a half hours to pick her up for our first date. I spent most of my bi-weekly paycheck on tickets to a dinner theater in Baltimore. The rest went to gas and tolls.
And that’s the way it would go for the next year and a half (minus the dinner theater part). Once a week, I’d spend money I didn’t have and drive the 260 mile roundtrip to see the love of my life. Sometimes I’d sleep for a few hours in the guest room at her mom’s house, waking up at 2AM to head back to the coast for my 5:30 AM radio show.
I was very tired back then.
Lord, was I broke.
She’d take turns driving my way, burning gas she couldn’t afford to burn and using money that should have been collecting interest in a savings account. On occasion, we’d cut ourselves (and our cars) a break, meeting in the middle for an intimate meal at the Cracker Barrel near the Bay Bridge. It was in these moments that I knew I was fulfilling her girlhood dreams. Oh, it might be a cliché, but it’s true: most young ladies grow up fantasizing about the day that a small market radio jock from Delaware will whisk them away to the Cracker Barrel in Stevensville.
It was a fairytale romance.
Or maybe not, but it was ours. It was real.
When we tied the knot in October of 2011, we were vowing our lives to the other person, even though we’d never lived in the same state. We’d rarely spent more than two consecutive days in the same ZIP code. We didn’t know all of each other’s bad habits. She didn’t know my quirks, I didn’t know her pet peeves.
We also had no savings or nest egg. We’d blown most of it funding our trips back and forth.
In other words, we weren’t “ready” for marriage. We hadn’t tried it out. According to conventional wisdom, we were “unprepared.” We didn’t take a turn in the Marriage Simulator. We didn’t live together for seven years and slowly glide into it. We were two, apart, and then we were one. We were unmarried, and then we were married.
No warm up.
We weren’t ready for kids, either. We didn’t get any practice swings. We had no kids, and then we had two kids. We weren’t parents, and then we were parents. We slept at night, and then we didn’t. I’d never been pooped on by another human being, and then I was.
If there’s one thing about life that I wish everyone would consider — particularly my peers, and those younger than me — it’s that you’ll never do the big things if you’re waiting until you’re ready to do them.
You’ll never be ready.
You. Will. Never. Be. Ready.
You can’t possibly understand the reality of marriage — the joy, the commitment, the love, the anger, the pain, the hope, the fulfillment, the excitements, the banalities, the sacrifices, the rewards, the journey — until you’re in it. Same can be said for parenthood, only more so. You can’t know something until you’ve done it. You can know about it, you can know of it, but you can’t know it.
How many people have been scared away from the altar because of this phantom notion of “readiness”? How many marriages destroyed because, confused and struggling, one or both partners suddenly decided that they were “never ready” to be married in the first place?
Look, I wouldn’t presume to give marital advice. In my life I’ve met a few people really qualified for that job, and I’m not one of them. But I come across this “divorce is high because people aren’t ready for marriage” shtick quite a bit. Predictably, it’s mostly unmarried folks who say these things. And it only results in more and more people my age hesitating to break out of the cocoon of adolescence and get going with their lives.
We commonly view living together as a logical step before marriage, but it isn’t. It’s something some people do, but it isn’t a step to marriage. Your marriage is defined by the commitment you make to the other person — not by the bathroom or mortgage you share. Living with someone is not a “warm up” for marriage or a “try out” period, precisely because it lacks the essential, definitive characteristic of that permanent commitment. You can’t comfortably transition into an eternal vow. You make it, and then it’s made.
The absolute worst thing that I often hear in defense of the “marriage tryout” strategy is this: “I need to find out if she/he has any annoying habits.”
Answer: yes. Yes, she does. So does he. But if a bad habit or an annoying tendency could be a deal breaker, then, well, you aren’t ready.
In fact there is, as far as I can tell, only one form of “not ready” that should possibly stop you from walking down that aisle: immaturity. If you are prepared to dump someone you profess to “love” because they chew with their mouth open or leave wet towels on the floor, you have a maturity issue. And remember, it’s your issue.
Perhaps the problem isn’t that we consider our “readiness” before we get married; it’s that we consider it wrongly. We run down our checklist like we’re buying a car.
Do I have enough money? Is there any single solitary flaw in this other human being that might make me wish I’d gone with another model? Do they have everything I want? Have I driven it enough to know if it has any kinks or mechanical issues? Will it breakdown in three years? Will I be able to sell it for parts and buy something better when I get sick of this one?
These are the wrong questions to ask. Especially that last one, because that’s just weird. Incidentally, I can answer most of the rest of them for you: No, you don’t have enough money. Yes, they have flaws and kinks and issues of all kinds. No, they aren’t perfect.
There. And so what?
The real checklist ought to have only four items.
Do I love this person? Can I trust this person? Can they trust me? Do I have the maturity and strength to give myself to this person, and to serve this person, every day for the rest of my life?
I can’t tell you how you’ll answer those questions, but I can tell you what my answers were before I said “I do” to Alissa:
Yes, I love her, but I don’t really understand love or what it means. Yes, I trust her, but I don’t understand trust or what it means. Yes, she can trust me, but I will still come up short in ways I cannot yet predict. Yes, I have the maturity, but I still have a lot of growing to do.
And then we clasped hands and walked into that wild unknown.
We’ve been in it for only two and a half years. We still have plenty to learn. There are, no doubt, challenges up ahead that we could never anticipate.
We aren’t ready for them.
But we’ll meet them when they come.
Read more at: http://themattwalshblog.com/2014/02/07/i-wasnt-ready-for-marriage/