If there's a theme in my life since getting married, it would probably be REST. I've written about this before, but I was a busy go-getter before I moved here. Slowing down doesn't seem like what happens in a medical family, but I've realized that I need to slow down, enjoy the moments we have, and take opportunities to just be with my husband.
Medical life is in-freaking-sane. Even though I "knew" that going into the journey, I hadn't experienced it. Since getting back from Dominican Republic a month ago, there has been maybe one day when Gil has not gone into the hospital. Last weekend, he worked 12 hours on Saturday, and he wasn't even on call. He definitely needs to learn better self-care, but that's a post for another day... What I need to do is accept this is how it is for now, and to find ways around it.
One thing we've started doing this past year is watching English Premier League. My husband has always been a Premiership fan. Liverpool FC is his one great love, after me of course. He has been a fan for his entire life. While I've never followed the EPL with much enthusiasm, I am a big soccer fan, and have hopped on the LFC bandwagon since our marriage. We don't have a fancy cable package, or any cable at all for that matter, but in the fall, we discovered life-streaming Premiership games online. In our time zone, most Liverpool games fall in the mornings on a weekend, so that has become "our thing". We can usually squeeze the game in before Gil has to go to the hospital, and for a few glorious hours, we get to hang out together, drinking our coffee, and enjoying a favourite pass-time.
To be honest, before I got married, I had different hopes. I thought we'd be doing fun things over the weekend, like checking out festivals or going on bike rides. I thought married life would be like my single life, but with a partner. I've discovered, on the other hand, that married life is a different kind of good than my single days, and that's okay.
I've been pondering this post for the past few days, and yesterday at my Bible study, we studied Mary's anointing of Jesus with the jar of fancy perfume. On the face of it, this seems like such a strange action. I don't really like touching people or strong smells, so it's hard for me to imagine this scene without feeling a bit icky. One of the ladies pointed out, however, that Mary took the opportunity while Jesus was there. If she'd waited another day to do it, she would have been too late. She didn't complain that it was a bad time because of all the other people, or because she wasn't in the mood. She just took her jar, and seized the moment. How many opportunities do I miss because I'm over-thinking, or wishing I could be doing something else? Some of these are spiritual opportunities, truths that I glance over because I'm distracted, or openings to serve that I don't even notice, but there are also opportunities in my own home that I am tempted to overlook. So on weekend mornings, when we can, we watch Liverpool. I will take and enjoy 90 minutes with my husband when I can get them, and try not to complain that I wish I had more.