M is for Mohamed. Of course. My sweetums.
M is for Mormon. My tribe.
M is for Marriage. "Life sentence, no parole." I spent most of my singlehood worrying about marriage. I wish I had realized then that marriage was just as challenging as singlehood, and singlehood just as fulfilling as marriage.
I am feeling very worn out today. It was a very hectic week at work, plus in the evenings I had book club, dinner at our place with my colleague, and last night a baby shower for a friend in the ward. This weekend is shaping up to be equally busy - potluck dinner on Saturday evening, then on Sunday staffing a table at the Takoma Park Street Festival followed by Ramadan dinner with the returned Peace Corps volunteers. I am sorely tempted to chuck my lengthy to do list in favor of long walks and sunny afternoons on the couch with a pile of books.
On February 9th, 2008 08:45 pm (UTC), (Anonymous) commented:
So I saved this post on bloglines, a long time ago, mostly for the line on singlehood and marriage, which I love and I come back and read periodically. So I thought I'd let you know how much it means to me. It's a great perspective, and one that I often need, having grown up as a conservative Christian (now still Christian but with a whole lot less of the conservative) and having been taught since childhood that the "normal" people get married at 21. Anyway, I love it.