This week, a recurring theme has worked around me and the people in my life– the concept of death.
Don’t worry, nobody died. Not in the physical sense, anyway. But as half of a married couple, I’m finding more and more of living involves dying to certain things about myself.
During the weekend I struggled with the death of my independence, a part of me that normally doesn’t surface, but which I discovered popping up randomly in conversations and discussions. I am not an independent man anymore, and while it’s good to hold my own hobbies, nearly every decision is a team effort.
I think I have more to say on this. I’ll save it for later.
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