My writing professor in college, Ron Carlson, told me not to go toward my MFA right away; he told me to get some life experience first. Now, two years after graduation, I understand a little more about what he wanted me to learn.
I guess that is what my blog is about: my experiences, things I've learned, things I'm thinking about and digesting. To me, portraying life is what writing is all about.
With that being said, recently I've been making the transition in my life from "my" to "our". After you get married, you are expected for "two to become one flesh". It's a concept that I hadn't truly began to understand until recently. In no other time in my life have I really been asked to share truly everything that I have.
Any decision I make is now our decision. Any purchase my husband makes is now our purchase. Any choice that my husband makes is now my choice too. Our house. Our car. Our clothes. Our laundry. Our dirty dishes. Our family. Our life.
I was writing thank you notes today for Christmas gifts. I had to remind myself to say, "We are so excited about this gift," instead of "I loved your gift!".
Coming at life with this understanding that everything is shared changes everything. Your life is not the only one on the line; both parties will suffer whatever consequences you make.
What can sound ominous and scary actually brings comfort too. Our burdens. Our problems. They are no longer something that I need to handle on my own. We're in this together.
My understanding of marriage as a symbol of God's relationship with Him deepens and grows every day. This transition, though difficult at times, is yet another blessing God has given me, given us.
Soli Deo Gloria.