Talking of love yesterday made me reflect on the type of love I have with my Mr and why it is the perfect love for me/us.
Very early on when we were dating we had a discussion and decided that while we felt we could marry each other we probably needed a longer dating period to confirm this decision. So each year since then, we would discuss whether we were both committed to continuing with each other. Even now on our anniversary dinner, we still ask each other this question as well as reflecting on the past year and dreams for the next.
More than this though was the fact that very early on, he was very clear in his intentions but he also went out of his way to accompany his words with actions. And this meant so much to me especially given the last two people I had liked who couldn’t be bothered with decency. So, our love is thoughtful, not about fireworks but stability – which I have learnt is a value that means so much to me – but it is true to both our characters.
How would you describe your love?
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I have to make some life decisions and that always makes me draw back on previous decisions I made and how those turned out. Some of the decisions I have made in life that I am quite proud of:
- The decision to accept Jesus as my Lord to live for Him after.
- To study Economics.
- To never try hard drugs.
- To settle down with my husband.
- To drop certain friendships.
- Financial discipline.
- To stop eating red meat and to a smaller extent chicken.
- To leave a straining job with no prospects at the time.
Are there any decisions I regret? Sure but that’s another days post 🙂
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Been talking with a friend the past week about being a grown up. I guess both of us are at a crossroad making us feel a bit vulnerable.
I read this blog today (also the source of the pic) and I just screamed internally! Finally someone that gets this adult business.
How did my parents manage to adult so successfully? Did they ever feel the sheer panic at some of the decisions they made? How did they hide it when/if they did?
How did they know that it was Ok and how did they not panic when they went ahead to have five children and therefore have to make life
adult decisions for them too?
It’s so weird because I know I am an adult (hello, 30!), I do adult things and have adult responsibilities but most times, I feel out of depth and scarily much like a 16 year old.
At 16, I was so driven by the desire to finish high school and weirdly, not so much about growing up because I felt I had all the freedom and some as well as money and I was cool. Just get out of high school.
And then now, it’s like decisions galore and every time you ask for help, people throw it back at you like, what do you think and all I want is do this and then that.
So frustrating sometimes y’all. But however much it is, I sometimes look back and think, I haven’t done too shabby with myself and the few decisions I have made for myself so it’s not too bad. Not at all.
Let’s just say I am not successfully adulting today!
*PS: I love how adulting has become a verb in this post but I really saw it on Facebook earlier today so I can’t even claim this genius!
Please read this, kind of long-ish post about choice and how cultures around the worl make decisions and then watch the talks below.
In response, this made me think of how I grew up with a very small sphere within which I could choose things because a lot of the boundaries were determined for me and all that was left for me was to choose within those limits. As an example, I had to study for two hours during the holidy afternoons between 2 and 4 rather than play with my friends outside, what I could choose though is whether to study Maths or English. My sisters and I had to pick one evening of the week to cook because my mom would not be cooking for us all anymore (she had the weekend to do that) so whatever day I selected, it had to be done.
I think about this particularly around parenting and how children today get involved in so many decisions and how it would be so much easier if the bigger-ish decisions were made for them and they were given a small sphere to operate within and as they grew up, reduce the bounds of decision and allow them the freedom to make their own decisions and serve more as an advisor or a sounding board. Too idealist, maybe so I shall see once I am a mom.