On May 26th my husband and I celebrated 12 years of marriage. Marriage is nothing like I expected. It isn’t the romantic comedy or the Jane Austen fairy tale. In ways it’s so much more.
To help celebrate my friend Sarah’s 30th birthday this month I am joining her and 30 other writers sharing 30 things. Since I am about to celebrate my anniversary, I wanted to share 30 things about marriage. The beautiful and the unexpected.
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we fight for the vow we made 12 years ago.
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we fight because we have to but because we need too.
because this love between us is worth the sweat and the tears.
because the vows we made to each other to listen, laugh, love, encourage, strengthen mean even more today than they did 12 years ago.
you are still my best friend and my beloved and the one i want to share my life with.
“There is nothing to writing. All you do is sit down at a typewriter and bleed.” ― Ernest Hemingway
I’m noticing more and more silver strands highlighting my dark hair. They’re becoming a part of who I am just as much as the faint lines that now map my forehead and the corners of my eyes.
Just as much as the words that I bleed here.
My intention with PrudyChick.com is to always write the truth of my life. To not hide behind a veil. That isn’t to say there aren’t things I don’t share with you here. There are things in each of our lives that aren’t meant for public consumption.
I’ve struggle sometimes because my writing over the last year hasn’t been necessarily light. But my life over the last year hasn’t necessarily been light. It has been heavy with re-learning to stand and re-learning to hope and re-learning to trust God. And I want to share this fight with you because I know we all at one time fight this fight.
In my Story 101 course, we’re focusing this week on writing the hard thing. I’ve struggled the last couple days with what I need to write because I’ve tried so hard to be as transparent as I can be not only with you but myself. The handful of things that have crossed my mind I usually quickly dismiss because they don’t feel as hard as what I know some of my other course-mates have dealt and are dealing with.
I struggle to accept the validity of my hard things because there are others that are so much worse. But that doesn’t strip away the validity of mine. Mine are hard things for me, just as yours are hard things for you.
Whether you have a blog that you share with the world, or write out your hard things in a journal that may one day be read by your great grand children, or you paint them out in an art journal do the one thing you can. Simply bleed. Pour your heart out. Share the things you need to for public consumption. Those that aren’t write out in allegorical prose or a shorthand known only to you.
These things make you who you are. They have formed the DNA of your soul.
“I’ve begun to realize that you can listen to silence and learn from it. It has a quality and a dimension all its own.” – Chaim Potok
I’ve allowed more silence in my life since I got back from Moldova. It’s almost as if my soul is craving it and who am I to deny it?
There is benefits in silence. Not just for listening but for just being. To strip away the noise of your
day life. It is, in a sense, like running a defrag on your computer. Realigning yourself. Getting rid of the junk and the garbage that takes up too much space not only in your mind but your soul.
Last weekend my husband and I went and saw a movie. As the “pre-show entertainment” ended and the theater got ready to begin the previews I was struck forcefully by the amount of noise around me. I felt as if I were drowning in it. I wanted to close my eyes and block out the talking and the popcorn crunching and the rustling of whatever. The noise was deafening.
I’ve thought of this repeatedly this week. My class for Story 101 is currently exercising a week of silence. An entire week of turning off the noise (e.g., social media & internet) and just allowing ourselves to listen and realign. So I keep thinking about that noise in the movie theater, and how much that noise exemplifies our lives. We don’t notice how much our mind and soul are getting bombarded with noise until one thing gets turned off, and we’re hit with a hurricane.
We forget that ten years ago we didn’t have all of this. We forget that we existed for thousands of years without the entire world in our pockets or on a screen dancing in front of us. We believe that were we to turn these things off, we’d not know how to function. And maybe some of us wouldn’t. And that’s more than just a little sad.
I encourage you to add some silence into your life. Allow your mind and soul to realign.
“Quiet is peace. Tranquility. Quiet is turning down the volume knob on life. Silence is pushing the off button. Shutting it down. All of it. – Amir” – Khaled Hosseini
Prudence is a 30-something writer who lives in Arizona with her husband Shawn and their chihuahuas Lengua and Zeus. She writes her life, her experiences and her crawl back to hope. Eventually, she hopes to visit India – a place that’s captured her heart without ever stepping foot on the soil.