It’s gonna be a short post tonight, folks–I’m just now sitting down to write at 9 p.m. on Friday after a long day of Car Stuff, Moving Stuff, and New Apartment Stuff. So, I’m not up to writing a whole lot. I promise I’ll be back at it in full force… uh, maybe not next week, actually, because I’ve got a fair bit more moving to do. But the week after that, perhaps!
Anyway, I thought since I’m running out of steam tonight I’d just give you fine people a peek behind the curtain. I want to share with you all the key to my happiness and (relative) success:
I have an extremely awesome wife.
I don’t think I’ve talked about her much on here yet, but my wife is my absolute hero. She is the coolest, smartest, funniest, strongest person I know by a mile, and I wouldn’t be anywhere close to where I’m at now without her.
First off: she used to be a teacher. Like, of children. I can’t even fathom that. I’ll be honest: I don’t really like kids. People seem to think that that’s mean, but honestly, it’s just me accepting my own limits. I’m not a patient guy; I don’t have it in me to pretend to be interested in whatever thing some kid wants to ramble to me about. There are exceptions, of course. I used to work at a library, and there were a few kids that came through there that I was pretty fond of; plus, I love my nieces and nephews. But by and large? Not a kid person. As far as I’m concerned, she’s superhuman for putting up with a room full of middle-schoolers day in and day out for years.
She’s also the one who always pushes us forward. I’m a creature of habit; I get comfortable, get settled in, and then I get afraid of change. I don’t do anything to better my circumstances, because I always have a little voice in my head saying, “You’re just going to make things worse. Everything is fine right now, don’t mess it up by trying (and failing) to make things better.” My wife, on the other hand? She gets things done. When there’s a problem, she works to address it. When I’m trudging along, refusing to look towards something better, she gets us on the right path. This big move we’re making? She’s the one who has powered it. We’d been talking about moving for years, because neither of us liked where we were living, but I was complacent. Where we were wasn’t very good, but I told myself it was good enough. Well, after living in our new place for only a handful of days, I can confidently say no, Past Ethan, it wasn’t good enough! You were sad there and there was nothing to do! This new place is a much better fit, and I wouldn’t have gotten there without my wife.
See, that’s what she does: she pushes me to try things I wouldn’t have the courage for on my own. Sometimes that’s little stuff–when we were first getting into comics, I was all about Marvel and DC superhero fare, but she wanted to try out everything; she grabbed a volume of Saga, and it immediately became a favorite of both of ours. Other times, it’s huge stuff, like moving to a city. And on the rare occasions that I do get up the nerve to take a chance on something? Like, say, quitting my library job and starting a blog and taking some courses to re-sharpen my proofing skills? She’s the most supportive and compassionate person around.
I’m so lucky, and so glad, to have her in my corner. She even puts up with all my weirdness, like my insane pet names! See, I used to call her Bagel. Why? No idea! But then I started playing Monster Hunter World, which features a monster called the Bezelgeuse. My friends and I started referring to this creature as the Bagel Goose. Since I was already calling my wife Bagel, it didn’t take long for me to start referring to her as Bagel Goose, too. Eventually, I dropped the Bagel part, and now I mostly call her Goose… except even that has started to morph a bit; first into Goops, and lately into Gooper. Why? Again, couldn’t tell you. But she deals with it, and I appreciate that.
So, there you have it: if you want to be happy, get a partner as amazing as mine! I mean, you can’t. Because no one is as amazing as my wife. But if you can find someone even half as cool, you’ll be in pretty good shape.
Love you, Goose.