Anniversaries and Planning my Midlife Crisis
Hello friends. I'm going to bounce around a little bit because that's just how things have been in the last week. Also, I'm feeling all the feels which makes for deeper thoughts. However, Jon is using the weed eater outside because we got an HOA letter about grass so that's a little distracting. Maybe the noise will balance out the feels so that I don't overshare. Anyway.
First, Jon and I celebrated our 17th anniversary on Friday. I know that some people don't really celebrate anniversaries while others go all out. I think we're more in between. This year I didn't really think about it that much. I mean, I knew it was coming, but we did our big trip this summer. We didn't do gifts. We went out to dinner with some friends, but we do that with them anyway. It was kind of a non-event this year.
My one consistent anniversary practice is to think back over the year; the good, the bad, and the ugly. I think year 17 was a deeper year for us. The first half was...challenging. That's a nice way of saying it kind of sucked for awhile. I probably shouldn't tell you that, but I've posted some seriously envy inducing couple photos this year so I feel it's only fair that you know that things were not exactly sympatico the first half of the year. We've been at this long enough to feel the rhythm to marriage. It flows up and down. And ultimately, I think that's okay. I mean, it would be nice if we could always be in sync and on the same page, but that's not realistic. Forget the page. Sometimes it seems like we're not even in the same book! I think it's more important that we always do the work to get back to the same book and chapter eventually. I'll even go so far to say that those seasons that we slough our way through have made us so much better. In general, one has to work through the messiness to make a more beautiful end product. Every time we push through a difficult season, we remove a layer of selfishness and add a layer of depth and beauty to our marriage. At least that's what I'm going with. =) So the second half of the year has been a lot more fun. We've settled into a place of rest and comfort in marriage that can only come with a little bit of age.
Second...you don't actually get to read Second because it's not my story to tell at the moment. I'm saving all the little bits that I write on this particular topic to finally come out at a later date. Sorry.
Third, I've been trying to decide what my mid-life crisis should be. I get to plan this, right? I'm going to be 37 on my next birthday which makes me 36 now. I don't generally like to share my age because I'm always the youngest person in my friend group. When it comes up, I get weird looks, and they start adding up years to figure out how old I was when I got married and had Tommy. It's 19, by the way. I got married at 19, and I had Tommy when I was 22. I feel like I'm getting close to when I can do something/things that are completely audacious and get away with it because I can blame my mid-life crisis. I'm far too practical to leave this up to chance, and I don't want to waste an opportunity so I've been considering what I can do.
Obviously, I will not be having an affair for many reasons including the following. One, it's adultery, sin, and offensive to the God I love. 2. It's entirely too common, and I am not a common kind of girl. 3. It's so much work...the lying, the sneaking around, the hiding messages. Really. Why do people do this? 4. It would blow up my family. I don't want to destroy my life and the lives of everyone around me. I just want to do something really cool and fun in the name of rediscovering myself. I'm also not buying a sports car. Just...no. And a tattoo isn't enough to stand alone as my Mid Life Crisis. It could be like the stocking stuffer to my real crisis though. I'd consider that.
So that brings me to my newest mid-life possibility: motorcycle trip across the country. I'll start at the Atlantic and make my way all the way to the Pacific. All I'll take with me is a backpack. After sticking my toes in the Pacific, I'll sell the bike and fly home. It should only take a couple of weeks and then I'd be done. This is my favorite option at the moment. Anyone want to do this with me? All I need is a motorcycle, the ability to ride a motorcycle without crashing, 2 weeks, and good weather. If a good enough friend wanted to go with me, I'd consider dropping the motorcycle and use a car instead. It can't be a minivan. I refuse. I'm still open to other ideas if you have something to suggest.
And that's about it. We are closing out November and are heading into our holiday month. We still have a few weeks of school left so I'm sure a post about how much I loathe doing school in between Thanksgiving and Christmas will come out soon. Have a great week!
First, Jon and I celebrated our 17th anniversary on Friday. I know that some people don't really celebrate anniversaries while others go all out. I think we're more in between. This year I didn't really think about it that much. I mean, I knew it was coming, but we did our big trip this summer. We didn't do gifts. We went out to dinner with some friends, but we do that with them anyway. It was kind of a non-event this year.
My one consistent anniversary practice is to think back over the year; the good, the bad, and the ugly. I think year 17 was a deeper year for us. The first half was...challenging. That's a nice way of saying it kind of sucked for awhile. I probably shouldn't tell you that, but I've posted some seriously envy inducing couple photos this year so I feel it's only fair that you know that things were not exactly sympatico the first half of the year. We've been at this long enough to feel the rhythm to marriage. It flows up and down. And ultimately, I think that's okay. I mean, it would be nice if we could always be in sync and on the same page, but that's not realistic. Forget the page. Sometimes it seems like we're not even in the same book! I think it's more important that we always do the work to get back to the same book and chapter eventually. I'll even go so far to say that those seasons that we slough our way through have made us so much better. In general, one has to work through the messiness to make a more beautiful end product. Every time we push through a difficult season, we remove a layer of selfishness and add a layer of depth and beauty to our marriage. At least that's what I'm going with. =) So the second half of the year has been a lot more fun. We've settled into a place of rest and comfort in marriage that can only come with a little bit of age.
Second...you don't actually get to read Second because it's not my story to tell at the moment. I'm saving all the little bits that I write on this particular topic to finally come out at a later date. Sorry.
Third, I've been trying to decide what my mid-life crisis should be. I get to plan this, right? I'm going to be 37 on my next birthday which makes me 36 now. I don't generally like to share my age because I'm always the youngest person in my friend group. When it comes up, I get weird looks, and they start adding up years to figure out how old I was when I got married and had Tommy. It's 19, by the way. I got married at 19, and I had Tommy when I was 22. I feel like I'm getting close to when I can do something/things that are completely audacious and get away with it because I can blame my mid-life crisis. I'm far too practical to leave this up to chance, and I don't want to waste an opportunity so I've been considering what I can do.
Obviously, I will not be having an affair for many reasons including the following. One, it's adultery, sin, and offensive to the God I love. 2. It's entirely too common, and I am not a common kind of girl. 3. It's so much work...the lying, the sneaking around, the hiding messages. Really. Why do people do this? 4. It would blow up my family. I don't want to destroy my life and the lives of everyone around me. I just want to do something really cool and fun in the name of rediscovering myself. I'm also not buying a sports car. Just...no. And a tattoo isn't enough to stand alone as my Mid Life Crisis. It could be like the stocking stuffer to my real crisis though. I'd consider that.
So that brings me to my newest mid-life possibility: motorcycle trip across the country. I'll start at the Atlantic and make my way all the way to the Pacific. All I'll take with me is a backpack. After sticking my toes in the Pacific, I'll sell the bike and fly home. It should only take a couple of weeks and then I'd be done. This is my favorite option at the moment. Anyone want to do this with me? All I need is a motorcycle, the ability to ride a motorcycle without crashing, 2 weeks, and good weather. If a good enough friend wanted to go with me, I'd consider dropping the motorcycle and use a car instead. It can't be a minivan. I refuse. I'm still open to other ideas if you have something to suggest.
And that's about it. We are closing out November and are heading into our holiday month. We still have a few weeks of school left so I'm sure a post about how much I loathe doing school in between Thanksgiving and Christmas will come out soon. Have a great week!
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