Reflection

I'm working on a bang-up post about my latest challenge (and my latest accomplishment) in life. It has to do with money (Where's Gomer Pyle when you need someone to say "Surprise, surprise, surprise?") and I'm about half way through my entry when something happened that forced me to put that message on the back burner.

Today I'm focusing on marriage. My dedicated readers, some of you all are good friends and might be able to nose around and figure out what/whom I'm talking about. I ask y'all to resist all urges and just let time and space be what they are.

Tonight I got a voicemail that rattled my very perception of what a happy marriage is.

The minute I heard Bling's words on the voicemail I knew there was trouble. She struggled to get the words out between the tears she was crying. I won't paint the whole picture for you because there are some things that are better left unsaid, but basically Bling told me it just wasn't her day. And that's putting it lightly.

At about a quarter til midnight I left Bling a voicemail back, telling her I'd be there in any way I could. She can have my weekend if she needs it, whether that's so I can cook for her, take her out for a pedicure or to the movies, or even babysit if she just needs some space to think.

All the while, I was thinking about how lucky I am, in a way. Lucky my emotions aren't tied to another's wants and needs. Lucky the only crises in my life are my own - situations given birth out of only my mistakes, choices and opinions.

I don't think this post is very cohesive today. I haven't had a time to really chew on what I want to say and synthesize it into a pretty package with cute words. Sometimes you can't put a pretty spin on a topic, you just have to let it all out.