Mr. M and I, like most couples, don't have new arguments. We have fresh reincarnations of the same 2, maybe 3, over and over. Uninventive, I know. Lately one of those arguments has been bothering me more than usual.
Yesterday, though, I somehow stopped thinking of it as, "OMG, what if we NEVER fix this?!?!?! What if this is our undoing?!" and moved on to, "We've probably got a good 50 more years to get this squared away. We're going to be fine."
That doesn't mean the issue is resolved, but it does give me room to have a sense of humor, and of hope (related, I think).
I wonder what life would be like if we assumed it was more likely to improve than fall to bits.
In semi-related news, we found a new band a couple of weeks ago, and this song lets me know that we're not the only ones to go round-and-round.
Meditation on This Sunday's Gospel
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