I finally started my book club. The one I’ve wanted to be a part of for ages. Most people’s schedules are too busy to either read the book or get a night out, but I’m doing it anyway because it’s mostly for me. (And for my dear friend Sherah who needs a night out as badly as I do.) So I just did it. I picked a book, a date, emailed some gals, and waited. There were three of us discussing Where’d You Go, Bernadette, eating desserts and strawberries and I couldn’t be happier about it. The discussion went to what events in our lives have changed us. The only thing I could think of was Brian. I realize he’s a person, not an event, but he HAS profoundly changed me. In just about every way imaginable.
Anyone who knows Brian at all knows a few things about him: he’s driven, he’s a bit obsessive, and he’s talented. I could make a list a mile long of various things he’s been interested in over the years we’ve been together. And when I say “interested in” I mean “has thrown himself into.” Brian doesn’t do anything half-hearted. If he takes up running? He buys books, he researches the best shoes, he comes up with daily work outs and stretches, he gets a trainer. If he takes up art? He buys all the supplies, reads countless books, watches documentaries, goes to museums, sketches in a little black book, takes classes. The man is interested in everything and whatever he’s interested in gets a lot of attention. Now, don’t get me wrong, it isn’t an obsession to the exclusion of everything else. He’s still a faithful father, hard worker at his company, a generous friend, and a loving husband. But when he’s interested in something? Well, he just DOES it.
And me? I’m a thinker. An analyzer and planner. A “are we sure we have thought through every angle of this before we jump into it”-er. But that man of mine doesn’t just do things for himself, he also pushes those around him to be doers. He’s inspiring and challenging and sometimes frustrating. Because he won’t let my dreams die, he pushes me to fulfill them and to work hard and go for it. He’s the only husband I know who cares so much about his wife’s personal fulfillment that he’ll volunteer to watch the kids and hire babysitters if necessary so I can pursue my dream. That’s wonderful. And scary. Because now I have no excuses. I have to stop thinking and analyzing and saying “but I’m a stay-at-home mom, I can’t do that.”
So I’m taking the step. The leap really. I’m jumping into something that I’ve wanted for a very long time and just couldn’t figure out how it’d fit into our lives. I’m doing it and I’m nervous and I don’t think it’ll work but I’m doing it anyway. And now I’m telling all of you so I have accountability to keep going. What’s my big news?
I’m going back to school to get a Culinary Degree.