Hello dear readers,
I’m not one of those people who thinks that you have to be in a relationship to be happy or successful. Whenever I’ve been single, I’ve enjoyed not being accountable to anyone but myself. However, while I don’t think you need a relationship to move you forward, I do think the wrong one can hold you back.
I’ve been dating Chris for a year and six months. In that time, I started writing again, and finished the first new novel I’ve written in five years. I set a date for my red prajioud test and began training for it. And I’ve finally gotten serious about getting out of debt–something I’d put off for far too long. There’s a light at the end of the tunnel now, and it’s not too far away. It feels fantastic.
Is it a coincidence that I’ve been able to achieve all those things since The Boy has been in my life? I don’t think so.
Chris doesn’t like to take credit for my success. He tends to say that the timing just happened to be right for me to accomplish those things. But I think there’s a lot to be said for having a constant source of support and encouragement, not to mention sound advice. It’s a lot easier to tackle something when your significant other understands the importance of it. Much easier than when your partner is whining about all the expensive vacations he wants you to take.
Adversity makes us stronger. But when you’re not fighting against someone else every step of the way, you have more energy for the things you want to accomplish. Instead of crying, you can write a novel. Instead of screaming, you can get into shape and tackle a challenging martial arts test. There’s no emotional distress to send you to those online shopping sites for a jolt of euphoria. Because that good feeling wears off fast–take my word for it.
The Boy is not the one sitting at that computer writing the book, or busting his butt in the dojo. I still have to do those things on my own. But he is the one who goes out late at night–while it’s still snowing, mind you–to shovel a path for me. He is the one who meets me with a cab after my first Level 2 class, so I don’t have to slog my heavy equipment bag on two buses to get home. He cooks me dinner when he knows I’m going to be too tired to move. He rubs my sore and tired feet. He asks to read whatever I’ve written, and wants to help make it the best he can. I honestly couldn’t list the countless things he does to make my life easier, because I’d run out of room. But I thought it was high time for a very public thank you.
Since I believe in giving credit where credit is due, let’s hear it for The Boy!
How about you, dear readers? Who is the wind beneath your wings?