Not Getting Married is One of My Hobbies

Congratulations to Meghan and Mike who will be stuck together forever after 3pm today.
Everyone around me is getting married. I am going to a wedding later today in fact. I am attending the marriage of Mike and soon to be Meghan Hetke, which promises to be a glorious affair to celebrate two people who are very right together. And everyone I went to middle school with seems to be getting married as well. Caitlin, one of my dearest and oldest friends, is getting married in about a year and she keeps saying how old we must be at 23 to have everyone we know be getting married and starting businesses and moving away (I officially accepted my invitation to serve in Peace Corps/Ukraine on Thursday). Maybe it is the prospect of settling down that makes her feel old but I think that we are very young. It is not only our age that makes us young but the fact that we are at the beginning of something, anything. I see that when one is at the beginning of any endeavor large or small we are an infant in that moment, in that thing, and we must crawl there at first and earn the knowledge that makes us adults and allows us to walk and then run and then fly.
The most vivacious women I know of any age are in their fifties and sixties. These women understand if not intellectually, than emotionally down deep in their bones, the necessity of newness. They are embarking on new adventures in new relationships, in dancing, sailing, painting or writing (I a sending my love to Jackie now). They are children in these pursuits and smile as if they never had a line on their face. This maybe the nature of any new thing forced or chosen in ones life,but maybe that is just the magic of these women, to always be bringing themselves to the front door of an unfamiliar building, fresh-faced and ready for the next adventure.
Now, if you will excuse me, all this typing is chipping my nail polish and I have a wedding to attend.