My friend is getting married next week. She's the last of the "chevra" to cross over to the dark side. It's her shower.We are sitting around a table piled high with wrapped up pots and pans and peelers.
"I want you all to give me advice now", she says ."One tip for a good marriage from each of you"
I suppose being the last to marry has its advantages. Not only do we know to give her already toiveled dishes, but apparantly we also can share advice. Well they can. I'm still a rookie.
One by one they mention giving to your husband and caring about him and encouraging him and all those other good traits
"It's important to still leave time for yourself" I say when it's my turn "Just because you enjoy being together doesn't mean you won't sometimes need your own space, your own time for the things you like to do"
The others look at me like they pity TCO, like I'm a selfish wife. I blush. Who knows, maybe I am.
I just learned that there are things I have to do, that are oxygen to me. Once I was married I forgot about them, I thought I didn't need them anymore. But I was wrong. The tranquility of diving into a swimming pool, churning through the water and letting thoughts bubble up. The high I get from writing, that nothing else gives me.
My newlywed friend has different outlets and needs. I hope she doesn't forget them.
4 days ago