Despite everything I've heard from newlyweds, being married feels different than being engaged. It's way different... not in any physical or tactile sense, and not quite in the romantic happily-ever-after sense... it's like a wave of possibilities crashed into a wave of reality, maybe for the first time in me, at least in such a significance. Things that were my daydreams during 10th grade Biology have finally bled into my daily to-do list 10 years later -- and regardless of all the gushy words I'd written here to express my belief in and dedication to it, I hadn't really and truly gotten it through my head that it would actually happen, until it did.
I didn't think he was gonna bail on me or anything (really I didn't), but it was just shy of becoming a real thing in my head before he read his vows to me. I didn't expect it to feel different at all afterwards, but hey, it did, and that's pretty neat.
On the other side of the honeymoon, I've found myself somehow working 100% from home -- no more one shift a week at the restaurant, no more editor-imposed suicide deadlines, no more impossible pro-bono social media campaigns for people who don't have their shit together... and NO MORE WEDDING TO PLAN.
My previous state of "employment clutter covered in particles of self-doubt" is no longer strangling the important shit in my life. Over half of my income is now, somehow, derived from freelance writing. Looking ahead, I have to save a lot of money to get to Colorado comfortably by May, but even that isn't too impossible (pending the inevitable 1099 tax bomb). I've never been great at squirreling money away, but with all that extraneous shit out of the way, it appears that planning (and more importantly, sticking to) a long-term budget isn't the dark and scary task it's always looked like to me. It's even kind of exciting, because for (really) the first time in my life, the numbers are adding up and all signs point to "yes." I don't even know how to deal with that!
I has a husband! Shit, y'all!
I didn't think he was gonna bail on me or anything (really I didn't), but it was just shy of becoming a real thing in my head before he read his vows to me. I didn't expect it to feel different at all afterwards, but hey, it did, and that's pretty neat.
On the other side of the honeymoon, I've found myself somehow working 100% from home -- no more one shift a week at the restaurant, no more editor-imposed suicide deadlines, no more impossible pro-bono social media campaigns for people who don't have their shit together... and NO MORE WEDDING TO PLAN.
My previous state of "employment clutter covered in particles of self-doubt" is no longer strangling the important shit in my life. Over half of my income is now, somehow, derived from freelance writing. Looking ahead, I have to save a lot of money to get to Colorado comfortably by May, but even that isn't too impossible (pending the inevitable 1099 tax bomb). I've never been great at squirreling money away, but with all that extraneous shit out of the way, it appears that planning (and more importantly, sticking to) a long-term budget isn't the dark and scary task it's always looked like to me. It's even kind of exciting, because for (really) the first time in my life, the numbers are adding up and all signs point to "yes." I don't even know how to deal with that!
I has a husband! Shit, y'all!
