Why can’t I be married to a normal guy?
Please tell me I’m not the only one. The only one married to a guy who is whimsical and impulsive. A guy who has a great mind, big aspirations, and no concern with what happens getting there. A guy who is miserable when things are predictable. Not the guy next door, who goes to work at 7, comes home at 5, and mows the lawn on the weekends if you know what I mean.
 I don’t say any of that in a judgemental way, in fact, those are all things I’ve actually come to appreciate and maybe even admire a teeny tiny bit in my husband. But I would give my left arm for a bit of moderation.
I know he has good intentions, and as much as I complain, I usually benefit from his head-in-the-clouds ideas because fairly often, they work. BUT….they also mean lots of roller coasters and frankly the ups and downs are making me nauseus. Some days I wish he was content enough with something, anything, to level off a bit. To coast for awhile. To sit down and enjoy instead of being up and running to the next thing.
I know I’d be a little bored if he wasn’t who he is, but some days, a little boredom sounds pretty good. I don’t want him to change, not much anyway. I just want him to temper it, take it down a notch or two, be….normal. Paint the deck and change the oil instead of dreaming and finding ways to turn my life upside down.
Like I said, I know he has good intentions, it’s all leading towards things he wants to be able to do for us and with us down the road. But I’d like to enjoy right now, and know that right now might last at least as long as it takes me to tie my shoes and get on the trail….lately I feel like as soon as I’m up to speed and on board with something, it’s long gone and we’ve got a whole new can of worms, freshly opened.
Maybe I’m the problem, I’m slow to adapt and practical and analytical. It takes me a while to sort through all the “ifs”, “ands”, or “buts”. Maybe I need to trust him more and fly by the seat of my pants. But what “if” the seat of my pants gets worn out? Will I go flying through the air on my way to a magnificent crash landing? Doesn’t one of us need to think of these things?