There was a time that I didn’t like the idea of certainty. It was….boring.
I preferred by far not knowing what was around the next corner.
Surprises thrilled me. Uncertainty made me breathe in anticipation and breathe out amazement. I couldn’t wait to see what would happen next.
A life of certainty seemed a fate worse than death.
That get-bored-easily thing was hell on relationships. No commitment ever felt like forever, because forever felt like, well for-EVER. A death march into oblivion.
But time passes and we change, evolve.
Shaking off my fears, I made a forever commitment six years ago, the same commitment I made 43 years ago and to the same man.
Now, you could say that our 28 year hiatus gave me the uncertainty I needed to make that pledge and mean it. To even like it.
Maybe that’s true. But here’s where I find myself today:
In a state of certainty.
I love it.
And I love him.
Happy sixth, 14th or 43rd anniversary (depending on how you count) to my rocking and certain first and last husband.