It seems like during the summer months everyone is deciding to tie-the-knot, wear the ball-and-chain or jump the broom.

Is this the season for marriage?

Many of my friends, my brother and two of my colleagues have gotten or will get married during this month. And though marriage is supposed to be a celebratory and exciting time, for me, I feel differently.

I used to think that I would want to get married at a young age — like my early 20s, but now that 30 is steadily approaching, my views on marriage as a whole have changed.

Now don’t get me wrong, I’ve had the fortunate opportunity to meet some wonderful couples with lasting unions and who seem deeply in love, but sadly, the opposite is also true.

I want to be happy for the woman who’s recently gotten engaged to her long-time beau; I want to be excited for the little girl who’s planned her wedding since kindergarten and now she’s met her “knight in shining armor;” I want to be ecstatic for the guy who’s decided to marry his high school sweetheart after years of dating her. Instead, I am indifferent.

I’m a firm believer in marriage and I respect those who value it, but for some reason I haven’t felt the motivation to start planning. I keep thinking: will I be happy forever and always when and if I do decide to settle down? Will my husband still think I’m gorgeous or will he lose interest when my hair turns gray and I gain more weight after having children? Will “the one” love me when I don’t want to always be bothered or if I choose to go “solo” at times? These questions leave me uneasy at times.

Believe me, I am still the (at times) wistful dreamer and die-hard romantic when it comes to love and relationships. I envy those who find their soul mates, the ones who ignite each other’s flames, and live happily ever after in the end.

As for me, I think I might bask in the advantages of being able to come and go as I please, when I please, without having someone to answer to. I like not having to share my space or my things at times. I like my beauty sleep, and not having to get up in the wee hours of the morning to a baby screaming for a bottle, is gratifying.

It may sound insensitive, but I think I’ll stay single for now— unless of course someone happens to change my mind.