Tuesday, January 29, 2013

Living With Buddha

photo cred @saramoe
I should start this post by saying, I don't really know anything about Buddha or Buddhism other than it seems like the most peaceful religion out there. What I do know is that I have married a man who is the chillest of the chill and he constantly surprises me with his thoughtfulness and kindness. I know, eeeewww, right? I'm totally gushing. But last night when I came home kind of late, I found him reading in bed, waiting up for me. He scooted over to my side of the bed while I unwound from the day. Still in my hurry-up-let's-go-get-out-of-the-way city voice, I asked him, "What are you doing?" while pointing out that he was on my side of the bed. After several years together, he knows not to take offense to my tone when I shoot things off after a 14-hour nonstop day and simply responded, "I'm warming up your side of the bed for you."

I may not have the booming writing career I envisioned or that renovated farm house in the Hudson Valley I dream of or any idea on which direction I am heading in life, but as long as I've got this guy, I feel like I'm doing something right. Last week, I argued with a friend on how I'm looking for meaning, for my purpose. She looked me straight in the eye and said, "Stop looking!"

Maybe this life with Mike, is it.

2 comments:

Carmen said...

that literally made me laugh and cry

Lindsey said...

Ha! Nice.