I played racquetball last night.
I am sore with a capital SORE.
Aleve is my friend.
The backstory is that Back in August I posted mentioning looking for a partner here in Simi.
And last week, that call was answered, dude.
I’ve gained weight, but I was able to make some good shots. Didn’t overtax my system, but I needed long breaks between games.
We’re playing again next week.
Rock. Rock. On.
I went to Confession yesterday for the first time in 19 years. It seems my marriages (not in the Catholic Church) put me in a state which is not viable for receiving the Sacrament of Reconciliation. This bums me out, but the priest was very nice, and had good advice for me, so I’m going to look into those options. Leah was very nice to me afterward. She could see how shook up I was by it.
Organized religion comes with some challenges, yo. They have rules. I want to run away from those rules, but navigating them is something I want to do, since I feel so strongly that it’s the Catholic Church (present and past) that has been a catalyst for the change that has taken place inside me in the past week and a half.
In other news… did I mention I was sore? It feels kind of good though, I definitely worked muscles I have not worked in a long time.
A., who I played with (and lost 3 times to) is to be married in India. Traditional marriage. It is said that arranged marriages are:
…more successful than other marriages. They hold that the spouses in an arranged marriage begin without any expectations from each other, and that as the relationship matures, a greater understanding between the two develops, aided by their often similar socioeconomic and cultural backgrounds. In contrast, they feel that persons who enter into a marriage for romantic reasons often begin with unreasonable expectations, with little room for improvement but a great chance of failure.
Something to think about. Although I think marriages succeed and fail all the time, be they romantic, arranged, economic, or whatever. The question is really what kind of effort — spiritual, emotional, intellectual, physical — you’re willing to put into them. Are you willing to be a partner who is there when things get hard? Sickness, health? Richer, poorer? Because life can get pretty rough brother. It gets really rough.
I am bringing, moving, pushing my actions (which have been slack) to match my passion and love for Leah, and for our partnership.