Is this married life: go, go, go, go, go? Yesterday the celebrant signed the papers and now we’re as good as married. Married! It only took me 36 years.
I remember doing The Work a week or so ago on the belief that marriage traps me. One of the turnarounds was that it was liberating, and what came to me then is that it would liberate me from all my limiting beliefs about what marriage would be like. I think it has. It really feels like a weight off, a burden lifted.
It’s still bizarre talking about ‘my wife’ though. Or my stepkids. Fiancée was one thing, and I kind of got used to that, but wife – wife holds a whole lot of meaning for me, it seems, that I am yet to investigate. Well, here’s my chance! If ‘til death do us part sticks, then I guess I’ve got the rest of my life.
Married! How can one word appear to change so much? The adventure begins. Again.