Aging

As John and I approach our 6th month anniversary as a married couple, I've realized that marriage has done interesting things in my life. I'm becoming domesticated. I had the epiphany that this was happening tonight when I was glancing through an issue of Jane magazine, a subscription that I still hold but plan to let run out as most of the magazine is no longer relevant to me. The articles in the magazine are geared towards single 20-something women. As I skimmed over the magazine tonight, I felt old or at least like I've moved into a different phase of life. I don't care about the 15 guys I will date and dump before I turn 30. I don't care about life coaches or hangover help. After almost 6 months of marriage, I feel something very odd for me--I feel settled and comfortable. I am still not sure if I am in a career that I will stick to, but my career is not my focus anymore. I'm not a mother, and I may never be one, but I have a comfortable home and family to come home to since my husband and I count our two pets as part of our family. Maybe I'm just getting old or maybe marriage sped up the aging process for me, but even though I'm 27, I feel like a different person than I was 6 months ago. And, it's weird, but I actually like the change. Being home from work with John for the past week has increased my feelings of contentment. Of course, with my personality, part of my mind wonders when something bad will happen to disrupt my security, but I'm trying to push those thoughts away and focus on how happy I feel in the now. Maybe once my Jane subscription expires, I will be ready for Martha Stewart Living or some other domestic magazine. And to think that I used to scoff at such things. I am getting old. And I perhaps I am also getting boring. I am sure the two do not have to go together, but maybe I've been boring all along I just hid it under angst and tequilla.