I remember seeing engagement rings up and down my timeline before my husband proposed. I would text my best friend with snippy comments about how it had to stop and she would tell me about the 5 other engagements that popped up on her timeline as well. We’d both been in long-term relationships, hers longer than mine, with men who definitely expressed that they wanted to get married. So clearly they were waiting for the right things. Clearly starting with the cash that it takes to buy a ring.
The older I get, the more I am coming to accept certain things about myself. One of them being that I often have a tough time making definitive decisions. Don’t give me a ton of options, because I may take 20 years to decide. Whether it’s the color of paint, what ice cream I want or any of the more serious things you have to choose in life, often times I can’t commit. But the key to giving up wishy washy ways, is giving up the fear of making the wrong choice.