Today is our third wedding anniversary. Three. Years.
Can somebody please slow this crazy ride down a little bit? Good grief. It doesn't seem possible that we've been married for three years already.
We may not have the house or the kids or the whatever else some people seem to think you're supposed to have by now. But we've got the world's cutest pup. And we've got an intense determination to pay off all of our debt -- and we're 71 percent of the way there. (I know this because I crunch the numbers every single day because I'm a crazy nerd lady like that.) Yup. Considering the numbers we're talking about, that's a gazillion pennies. I can assure you that.
It's rather alarming to see the looks I get from people when I tell them we've been married three years. Since when has it become society's quest to make you feel inadequate -- despite your career, personal achievements, goals, desires, etc. -- when it's "discovered" that you don't have kids? It's as if I walk around with a third eyeball. (And I don't... in case you're wondering...)
What we do with our lives is our business. I'd much rather be patient, responsible and intentional with my life. And rather than be applauded, acknowledged or simply accepted, the growing number of people who think we're "doing it all wrong" seems almost... frightening.
While it's pretty clear to me that people are simply insecure about their own decisions, I can't help but have to reinforce our 'master plan' in my head more than once a day lately. I've (unfortunately) let people get under my skin.
Here's hoping that with this anniversary, a new leaf has been turned and I can learn to let the looks, questions and weird shifty glances roll off my back.
PS: I love you, dude. I'm still waiting for you to realize you can change the locks on the doors and/or run far, far away from the crazy lady. Thanks for sticking around. :)