The hubby and I are both writers. What’s it like being married to someone whose hobbies and talents mirror your own? When I first began dating John, I assumed we would get competitive.
Not the case.
Yesterday, we were wasting time on campus, checking e-mail and preparing (as much as we could) for classes, which began today. We had the whole day ahead of us and were trying to plan what to do on our last day before school’s resume.
Problem: I didn’t want to do anything. For the first time in about two weeks, I was in a “writing mood.” All I wanted to do was sit somewhere comfy with a pad of paper and pen and just think and analyze and compose.
But that would be rude. Not spend our last day of freedom–of our “honeymoon summer”–living life and having fun with my husband?
But after several attempts at mediocre ideas, John and I were still left staring at each other blankly. I finally broached my desire oh-so-hesitantly and with a mix of nonchalance only to hear: “Actually, that sounds great.”
We aren’t each other’s competition – we’re each other’s perfect match.
We spent our casual, relaxed Sunday knocking down the door of writer’s block and prepping our minds for the coming semester. We are nerds.
But we finished our day by renting a movie, if that normalizes us for some of you.