Celebrate good times, c'mon!

Saturday, May 24, 1997:
Mal and I called off our wedding a week or so (a few days only?) before... (Mutual decision; thanks for asking.)

I must say, we're both individually stronger for it. More alive, living for ourselves, still pursuing our goals -- together and apart. We're pretty youthful and happy still, day to day, never much got stuck in a rut or locked into something with no exit or escape plan.

I used to think marriage was like a groomed path: it was ok for each to diverge -- go off trail pursuing something -- so long as you ended up back on the main path together. Except, you're still stuck to one path when you'd be covering more ground scouting ahead alone... and joining up occasionally just to cover common ground.

I also noticed over the years, though Mal's got a few inches on me (heightwise), my Dad's genetics blessed me with long, tapering legs (to balance out the low melanin skin) so we're exactly even in that department. And yes, we definitely can keep up a good pace, if we were to tie our legs together.

Nobody has an employer's day picnic much anymore, nevermind relay races where you're tied to your partner and racing, but if we were? We'd be fast. Legwise and covering ground, we're evenly matched like that.

Sometimes getting out of a canoe for two that isn't much fun to steer, and into separate kayaks... It's made all the difference. Have a blessed day, y'all.