Two years ago, I took the biggest risk of my life – and nothing has ever felt so right! In May 2015, I asked my then-boyfriend (now-husband) to marry me. It was awfully scary, but obviously – he said yes!
We’d been dating almost eight months. The way things were progressing, it felt right. We’d already talked about ‘forever,’ and we’d just signed a lease on our first apartment. Maybe part of it was that surreal, hopeful longing people in love have. But it felt right to me, so I went for it.
Relationships are all about what feels right for you and the other person involved. There’s no timeline I can point to that says “date for this long, engaged for this long, etc.”
Every relationship is unique, and it’s up to you & your partner to determine the course of action and what’s right for you and your journey together.
Just over seven months in, I knew I wanted to marry him. At some point, I thought about asking him… and then I thought, can I really do this? Hell, why should I have to wait for him to make the first move?
That’s part of why I’m writing this blog, two years later. When I thought of the idea, I asked around the Internet about it. Is it common/acceptable for a woman to ask a man? Today’s society is more modern and YES, it’s okay. But a lot of the relationship blogs I read were adamantly AGAINST a woman asking a man. They called it backward and said a man would feel emasculated. To hell with that. Any man who doesn’t support a strong woman making her own decisions and moves isn’t a man I’d want to marry anyway.
This post is slightly delayed as I’ve been busy, but I wanted to do a quick post about our recent trip to Morgantown, West Virginia earlier this month! It was a (very) quick trip, but a nice little drive to see family and always neat to check another state off my list. All in all, I feel like we packed a lot into a short time!
A few weeks ago, my husband and I enjoyed a weekend getaway on Cayuga Lake, in Aurora, NY. Even though it was a short trip, it was so nice to get away, see some new things (and see again, some old things) and just enjoy the time together.
When we got married last July, we received a gift card to the Inns of Aurora as a wedding present. Their properties get booked fast, especially on weekends in the summer. Luckily, I managed to snag a night the first weekend of April that was open! This would be my first time back in Aurora since 2013 (when I also went to Cayuga Lake, and stayed at the E.B. Morgan House), and it was so nice to return, albeit with my life in quite a different state.
With nothing but time, we decided to take the long way to Aurora – no highways whatsoever. After a lunch stop at Tom Wahl’s in Avon, we went for the mini-Finger Lakes tour. (One of my goals is to see every Finger Lake, and I’m nearly there after this trip!) My husband has really never experienced the Finger Lakes, aside from a quick stop at Conesus a few years ago, so this was a nice treat for both of us. We stopped at Hemlock Lake, whose shoreline is mostly undeveloped. We found a “park” at the north edge of the lake – very simple, very peaceful. You just walk up some stairs to the crest of this hill, and there’s the lake, in all its untouched beauty.
Recently, I watched a phenomenal documentary on Netflix about minimalism. It’s called Minimalism: A Documentary About the Important Things, and it focusesd on two guys, Joshua and Ryan, who called themselves The Minimalists.
Realistically – and I have to be realistic here – I don’t think I could ever fully, truly become a minimalist. (But who knows, maybe I could!) But that doesn’t mean I didn’t take a lot of out of the documentary.
Most of us, in today’s age, have a lot of “stuff,” most of which we don’t need and half of which we probably don’t even use. That’s the first point that struck a chord with me. I look around my apartment, and all I see is stuff. I have so many clothes, half of which are t-shirts packed away in sealed bins that I’ve barely opened in the nearly two years I’ve lived here. I have so many books cluttering up the shelves, books I haven’t touched in years but can’t seem to part with. (To be fair, I had a lot MORE books before I moved, and donated probably 1/3 of my collection to charity at that time.) And then, of course, there’s the other stuff, like decorative items, that are probably cute but in the end, sit around and collect dust.
“To feel passionate about something is to feel alive.”
To anyone who’s reading this, I challenge you to spend just ten minutes of your time thinking: what are you passionate about? Are you pursuing it to the best of your abilities, right now? What’s standing in your way? How can you overcome that?