One of my commitments for this year is to blog regularly, rather than simply peeing my thoughts away on Facebook and Twitter.
To that end, I am stepping over the sleeping rhino in the room, which is the obligatory description of my wedding, along with a photo gallery of same. This will come, but at the moment it’s occurring in my mind as a big task, and big tasks are easy to put off in the face of more pressing, immediate demands.
So, for now, a few stray thoughts related to the wedding:
Being married is not a compromise, not “settling,” not being boring and conformist. It’s an adventure that takes maturity, commitment, and true resolve — not the silly, flitty “hat over the fence” kind of impulses of my youth, but a true desire to make a good life.
This morning I went to see a doctor here for the first time (nothing serious.) I mention her because she, like everyone else I’ve encountered here, was so kind and open-minded when the specifics of my “lifestyle” came out.
Craig, too, said he’d “outed” himself to several people at work when they asked if he’d been anywhere or done anything interesting over the holidays; he felt it would be wrong not to answer the question truthfully. In a few cases, telling others about the wedding created a new level of openness with that person, who then shared specifics about their life.
I’m not so naïve as to assume there’s no one in this town who would object, but when I look at my own experience (versus the hate-baiting that happens in the news), I’ve never directly encountered nastiness about this in my adult life. So at what point do we stop projecting distrust onto others and start assuming the best of them?
My mum asked who carried whom over the threshold. In answer, no one, because Craig wouldn’t let me!
P.S. Completing my registration yesterday for the medical practice here, I had my first opportunity to fill in the status “Married”. I smiled to myself at that.
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