The Price of "I Do"
Lately, I have caught myself thinking that I might be happy and unmarried in years to come, and the thought does not scare me at all, it never has. I am not saying this to make a statement or to align with any ideology. It is not about feminism or rebellion. It is simply a quiet conclusion my years of observation have been drawing me toward. I have watched women closely for a long time. Not from a place of judgment, but from curiosity. I have paid attention to what changes in their lives, what disappears, and what survives beneath the surface. My recent visit to the salon only made these observations clearer. As I sat there, waiting and watching, I noticed something familiar. There is a particular spark in women’s eyes when they sit in a salon chair. It shows up regardless of age, status, or background. Married or unmarried. Young or older. That spark feels almost childlike. And it led me to a realization. All women are girls. Not in age. Not in maturity. But in essence. We often ...