Last to Marry is a Fool?

It was the last Saturday of the month, and it felt like everyone and their sister was getting married. And there I was—single, slightly unbothered, and nearly collapsing from laughter at my brothers’ endless jokes.

Do I want to get married? Of course.

But I’m also content to wait, to find my person, not just a person. I was reminded of something Pastor Nathaniel Bassey once shared. He told a story about how he and his wife were staying at a hotel. One morning, rushing so they wouldn’t miss breakfast, they hurried into an elevator without checking. They realized too late, they had boarded the wrong one, headed in the opposite direction of where they needed to go.

He compared that little moment to marriage. How so many people, in their rush not to “miss out,” jump into the wrong relationship. All because of an invisible timer society set for them—or worse, the one they set for themselves.

And he’s right.

I get it—waiting isn’t easy. It’s uncomfortable. It's lonely. It feels like a race you’re losing while everyone else seems to be sprinting ahead.

But here’s the truth: last to marry is not a fool.

Waiting isn’t a curse; it’s a strategy.

It's giving yourself time to build the kind of life and find the kind of love you won't regret five years down the line. So if you’re feeling the pressure, remember this: It’s better to wait for the right elevator than to spend years stuck on the wrong floor.

You’re not late. You’re just not willing to settle for less and that’s wisdom, not foolishness.

Have you ever felt pressured by timelines, or have you chosen to wait intentionally?

I’d love to hear your thoughts in the comments.