Coming to you live from one of the worst bouts of insomnia in a while, it's me with gratitude project, day nine. I mean, I'm thinking about it, might as well get it out there right?
Today I'm grateful for my partner in this life. I can imagine that yesterday's gratitude may have suggested otherwise, but please know that my stir crazy and impulsive nature is not caused by any form of unhappiness here...it's just one of those fun personality quirks I have to live with. And honestly, it's reason number one that, though we have had our fair share of struggles, Chris is the right man for me. While I have a tendency to be reckless, driven by impulsive passions or spur the moment decisions, he's the anchor in life that provides a steady and stable ground to come home to. He never says don't do that thing, though I won't say he was thrilled to read about my solo cliff diving habit last night. But he provides a safe and loving space for me to exist in, impulsivities and all. While he may never be a cliff diver, he will always be on the shore line, there to support me through it all.
I am beyond grateful for a man who gives me the space to exist as I am, which let's be fair, can be a lot sometimes. I'm grateful for a man who says, "Dominique, you don't NEED any more out skeletons. You have skeletons at home," and then surprises me with gift skeletons. I'm grateful for the man who will watch terrible shark films with me, and insist that Twilight is one of the greatest films in cinematic history. I'm grateful for a man who let's my intelligence shine in it's own space, despite it being in a vastly different arena than his, and for the fact that he has never once made me feel stupid or less than because our intellect speaks in different languages (sometimes literally, IYKYK). I'm grateful for a man who supports every impulsive life decision, from opening a magic store to making bookmarks...to starting this blog. He's willing and supportive in all of my whims, even things that would cause most men to flee like, "Hey, you should try this kale." I mean, how many people do you know who would just be okay with me bringing a clowder of newborn kittens into the house until they were old enough to be adopted? Yeah. He's sacrificed for the greater good.
In his own words, "I don't really know how to think in spontaneous adventures, but I really enjoy coming along for them." And that's the piece that makes it work. He will never be the man that wakes me up at the crack of dawn and says, "Hey, let's go on an adventure," but he will be the one who agrees to it when I suggest such a thing...as long as there's coffee first.
If I've learned anything from life experience, it's a rare thing to find someone who gives you the space, love, and support to show up exactly as you are. The good, the bad, the hormonal...he makes space for it all, and for that I will always be grateful.
May you always have space to be exactly who you are, and grow into who you wish to become.
And I hope you feel loved and supported through it all.
-Dominique
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