A Wise Woman Told Me...

"Sometimes you have to loose your way in the woods to find a new path...Sometimes a better path." --Mom

My mother called me this morning to share that she read my first blog post. "It was interesting." she told me. When Mom tells me something is "interesting", I believe it's because she is at a loss for a better, more accurate, word. But, then, she went on to say she agreed with my description in how married life can be for "Some" people. She continued, "They get all caught up in the wedding." And, that's the point that I was attempting to make. Married life is more than a wedding day; there will be a lifetime of "gifts" that you didn't necessarily register for. When you register, some stores will allow you to return unused gifts up to a year after the wedding. You cannot, however, return your spouse when s/he fails to place the new roll of toilet paper on the holder once the previous roll is done. Instead, elects to rest the new roll on top of the finished roll. This, despite your futile requests for her/him to replace the roll the right way.

I'm not sure I can say Megan and I lost our way in the woods to come to this new path. No, it would be more accurate to say I came up with the idea, "You go that way, I'll go over here, and let's see if our roads meet up again." My journey took me through a few poppy covered valleys. The road got rocky and overgrown in some places. However, I couldn't help but look over my shoulder to see if I could see her. For a little while, she was out of sight; I was okay, even a little excited to walk on my own. After a leg of taking in the scenery and talking to myself, I realized, "I don't want to freakin' walk anywhere without her." My time alone was necessary; I learned a great deal about myself. I just like my time, a whole lot better, with Megan in it.

Don't fret. This blog will not always be about hearts, field frolics and "mush-mush". For instance, Megan is the toilet paper roll culprit (as if you didn't already know). It drives me absolutely mad! After pleading with her countless times to change her heedless ways, she continues to "forget". (Deep breath).

An unlikely bit a advice came my way a few weeks ago. "No matter what you do, don't walk away." Not long ago, the idea of being trapped in a marriage would have sent me into a full-blown panic attack. And, even though my heart picks up a beat or two when I think about it, I have no doubt in my mind that this is where I am meant to be. On this path, with this woman, at this time. I will not walk away, again.