You ever wonder why when a man asks a woman to marry him, it’s a beautiful ring... inside of a box.
I mean, what’s up with that? A box? I guess from a healthy and normal perspective, the box could represent a covering and protection... as it should in retrospect... but then there’s the good ol’ Jelly perspective; where a lot of things have a distorted, abnormal, and bilateral meaning.
So this box... some people like the classic black while others prefer the pretty blue Tiffany, but it’s merely a box. I get in these situations where I wish I could be married right, but I seriously consider if I’m built for it. It’s the “come what may, I do” for me. Life has always been so up in the air in the most blessed, it worked together for my good, kind of way... but that doesn’t negate the pain.
Anyway... this box. I’m gonna get it out, I’m just concerned about how it reads once I type it, but it’s a box. Is it this really beautiful symbol of commitment, love, and success confined by a box? Is it I’ll give you all of me if you’ll commit to being the idea of what I envision inside this box? Now... you’re probably thinking I’m a conspiracist, and that “GIRL ITS JUST A FREAKING BOX FOR PRESENTATION PURPOSES. YOU OVERTHINKING IT!!!!!!” But I look at the success rates of marriages now and I wonder “is it”? I wish I could do a study on the couples who said yes to the box and survey what the relationship is or was like so I could see if that box gives any inclination about what your marriage would be like based on what type of spouse you are.
But that’s burritos under an expensive hood. Not important.... just a thought. I will always be an over thinker because I absolutely have to get it right. After getting it so wrong with so many close calls.... I know God keeps a look out. He’s very faithful with that... but I can’t help but feel like apart of getting the blessing is in my vigilance... in my rationalizing... in my overthinking until I’ve dissected it fully and have weighed the room for error to decide if it’s a risk I’m willing and can afford to take.
Is it just a box? I know one of the many things I’m afraid of is, being in a place where I can’t grow or where I feel stuck or limited. Limitations really get under my skin because biblically it just doesn’t make sense. But is it just a box?
Heads up? Don’t present me with a box. Just ask me with my ring and maybe put it on top of a cupcake or something…because a lifetime of cake, I’ll definitely commit to.