Too Young?


I apologize for the lack of a blog post earlier this week. We’ve had some financial/personal stress in our lives that took up most of my reading time, and I wasn’t able to do a weekly favorites video. That’s been figured out for the most part and I will have one up next week!

To continue with the ‘marriage’ theme I started on the blog last week, I wanted to bring up another topic that people feel the need to ask me about frequently- the age I got married.

Just like any other discussion I bring up on here, I have the same opinion- mind your own business because everyone is different. People are always shocked that I got married at 21, and always feel the need to ask a million questions about it.

Haha, was it a shotgun wedding?

(Um, rude?)

Won’t you miss dating? 

(If anyone tells me that they actually miss dating, I’m laughing at them.)

Why not wait? 

(Because I don’t want to?)

You know this is for life, right? 


You’re HOW old? 

(Old enough!)

Etc, etc… As you all know, people can be incredibly insensitive about matters that are truly none of their concern.

However, I am here to defend my desicions.

Growing up, I always assumed I was going to live alone until I was at LEAST 30. That would give me time to date whoever I wanted, get my life set up financially, and just generally have a good time.

I met Cameron when I was seventeen,  he was my boss at a fast food place. Immediately I found him to be the most interesting and wonderful person I had ever met, and I still think that to this day. We worked together for about six months, and then I went away to college. He actually went to the same school that I did, and we still had conversations occasionally.

In the summer of 2013, we finally had a first date. It didn’t take long for me to know that this was what I wanted, and it wasn’t going to change. We got married in 2015, right after I turned 21. Cameron was 24.

My personal opinion is- if you’ve found the person you can deal with anything with, why wait? I know that no matter what garbage gets thrown at me, I have my best friend with me to deal with it. You never know how long or short your life will end up being, so do what makes you happy.

That may be overly simplistic, but it’s worked for me.

Now of course, this doesn’t speak to every single person who got married at a young age. I do know people who have had horrible experiences. However I can only speak for my own. Also, if you marry someone horrible- it could be at age 18 or 65, there’s no limit. My point here is that it is not generally a horrible thing to get married at a young age.

What are your thoughts on the subject? What age did you get married? How do you think your life would have turned out differently if you married someone at a different age? 

Keeping My Last Name


For those of you that know me personally, or read my blog regularly, you probably know that I’ve been married for almost three years now.

People are never afraid to share opinions about this with me. Whether it’s my lack of children, the age I got married, etc. there are always thoughts that family members/friends/strangers feel entitled to share. This is fine, and I’ve gotten used to it, but it doesn’t make it less ridiculous at times.

One of the things that upsets people the most that I understand the least is my last name. After we got married,  I decided not to change it. My husband doesn’t care, and agreed that it’s totally my call, and why should anyone care anyway? I did this for a few reasons, and anytime I meet someone new and they ask about it, people still don’t get it. So here are the reasons, and if you’re still upset by it at the end, maybe just try and think about the fact that it’s not your choice or business.

First of all, I like my last name. I like the people it came from, I like that I have had it for decades, and I like the way it sounds with my first name. My husband’s last name is great, but I want mine to stay.

Secondly, I didn’t feel like changing it. For anyone who has gone through the process of changing their name, it’s kind of a pain and takes a while. Why go through all that trouble if it’s something I don’t care about anyway?

My next reason is because I’m a feminist who believes that a lot of these traditions are rooted in sexism and completely arbitrary. Now I don’t believe that every woman who changes their name hates themselves, or isn’t a feminist, or thinks of themselves as property, and I don’t think your husband is the worst if he likes that your names are the same- it’s just not for meThis is the reason that always gets the eye rolls, the anger, the judgement, etc. I am not going to apologize for the way  I feel about it. If you decide to change your name, awesome! That’s great for you! I just want people to feel the same way about my choice.

That pretty much sums up my feelings on the subject. Again, no hard feelings to anyone who feels differently.

I’d love to hear your thoughts as well!