You are not the only one
Who feels like the only one.
–David Crowder Band
That quotation is from one of my favorite songs and it always gives me tingles to hear it because so often, we feel like we’re the only one’s thinking certain things, or feeling certain things, or worried about those things. And as much as we feel those things, we don’t talk about them. We stew, we mope, we agonize…but we don’t talk. So I wanted to talk a bit about things that have vexed me over the different stages of my life.
Single: I remember worrying that I’d never meet anyone who “got” me…who not only tolerated my quirks, but embraced them. I remember thinking that I would never get married and trying to wrap my brain around that…but I was too embarrassed to actually talk to anyone about it. Then I remember fighting those thoughts off by openly admitting that I did want to be married. Lo and behold, a got introduced to The Mister and the rest is history…the man who God brought to me.
Engaged: So I finally met a great guy who understood me and loved me, then I started worrying about the wedding. I’m sure everyone does the same thing when they first get married: go buy up a mess of bridal magazines and go online and look up weddings in order to get ideas. Those are the places where I first learned to feel inferior about the wedding we imagined and looked forward to…because it wasn’t nearly fancy enough.
Then I felt comfortable being the anti-bride and not falling for “the man’s” idea of what a wedding or bride should be…or so I thought. Then I fretted over not wanting to do DIY projects and not recognizing gays in some meaningful way at our ceremony…because that’s what the cool brides were doing. *sigh* In the end, our wedding was so much fun and it was touching and memorable in our own way. Turns out all of the worry was for nothing, but I probably could have save myself from it in the first place by just talking about it.
Married: Obviously I haven’t been married long enough for this list to be super long, but I will say that I worry about sucking at being a wife. I pray every morning that I’m the wife that The Mister needs me to be. I’ve seen so many bad examples (wives yelling and belittling their husbands, couples fighting, husbands cheating) that I’m pretty energized to not be those people. I want him to look forward to coming home, not “work late” so that he doesn’t have to hang out with me like some of the dudes I know. I want the two of us to create a home that is comfortable and welcoming…for us as well as others.
What about you? What are those things that you’ve blown up to be a bigger deal than they should’ve been because you worried yourself to death?