The period between the last week in September and the second week in October always feels like that interval between Christmas Day and New Year’s Day for me.
Since I got married, it has been a constant chapter of celebration, because I leap straight from my birthday to my wedding anniversary. I strategically planned my wedding date so that I would be a “young bride”. Admittedly, I was consumed by the societal pressure to be married before I turned 30, even though getting married was something that I was always certain about and had been the determining factor in every relationship I had been in.
I suppose 30 is used by society to pressure women because this is the age they are usually reminded of their ticking biological clock. I have been more certain about marriage than I was of children, which is a relatively uncommon thing to hear and even more so for someone who has been married for six years.