One of the best things about marriage is that you have someone to yell at when you're having a bad day.
Oh, that's not how it works? Huh, that explains SO MUCH...
Joking aside, what I really meant to say is that when you have a good partner, then you have a support system that's always there. Someone in your corner who loves you despite, or maybe even because, all your faults and quirks.
Case in point: My hermit tendencies.
You might not guess it looking at me, but half the time when you see me out and about I was more or less dragged out of the house kicking and screaming. What can I say? I'm a homebody.
An introverted homebody with a Netflix addiction and the need to have live animals in close proximity at all times.
But I know that it's good to get out once in a while. Some of the best days of my life happened outside our farm! I know, I can barely believe it either. For that reason, and also to live life and not just watch it pass me by, I know that I need to go on little adventures regularly.
But knowing it and doing it are two very different beasts, and without the gentle (or not so gentle) probing of my husband I wouldn't venture out nearly as much.
A prime example is last night.
In a series of interesting events, we were invited for dinner. By people who are not quite, but maybe will be, friends. They don't know us that well, but they invite us for Christmas dinner? I have to admit, I was slightly bewildered. Why would they do this? Did they feel sorry for us for not having plans on Christmas? Didn't they know this was by choice? (I'm sure they didn't, because as I said, they don't really know us.)
Anyway, Rich had agreed to go, and I was left to fret and wonder and overthink it, as is my nature.
By the time we had to leave I was mentally in my pjs, bra off and glasses on. I longingly looked at my computer, where I had just watched the third episode of Nashville, eager to keep watching. You know the delicious feeling of starting a new series, knowing you have tons of episodes left, and it's so much fun to watch and pure bliss? Yep, exactly.
But there I was, hair straightened and eyelashes mascaraed, having to go out because my s@#$%y husband was a social animal and actually wanted to do stuff with other people and have me with him. Hrumph.
You know what happened?
IT WAS THE BEST NIGHT EVER.
Omg, we had a brilliant time! There was another couple there, and we all got along like a house on fire. Their home was cozy and welcoming, the meal was delicious, the company was great. They even had a couple of dogs to satisfy my need for furry companionship!
Rarely have I been more grateful to my husband for dragging me out of the house.
The lesson here is this: Sometimes you will find unexpected joy and friendship outside your comfort zone.
And Netflix can wait.
How was you Christmas?
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