I had a moment of reality check: I’m going to be a wife. Like, a living breathing wife with a husband, and another human being upon whom my decisions will need to be discussed, shared, and decided together.
Gone are the days of “I’ll just move to Denver now” (so, this never happened, but you get the idea). No more large life decisions alone, because I’ll be one part of a whole. I want to move back to Rome. We want to do the Peace Corps—does one mean that the other can’t happen?
Probably not, but time, and money, aren’t endless. I want to go back to school and get my PhD or something—but I also want to have a baby and/or children in the somewhat soon future (as in, before I’m 30). I still want to continue to do well in my current job, and potentially move upward in the organization I work for. I want to buy a big house—before I’m 30. Again, time and money are NOT endless—AND I have another human with whom I need to discuss how to spend these two things.
I've been grappling with what's next and how it impacts my marriage and this rang true all over again. Except now it's real. I am married. And I do have to think of Chris in all decisions that I make, and I can't DO ALL THE THINGS.
And in other marriage notes, this was interesting: http://www.danoah.com/2012/10/16-ways-i-blew-my-marriage.html/3/
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