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My writing reminds me that I'm not that romantic.

The other day I was getting into some weird head-space acrobatics after watching an episode of "Master of None."  Good show, but it plays on the well-trod ground of single folks looking for a deeper sense of purpose in life, and it's nearly impossible for me to put myself back in those shoes again.

Partly this is because I've been married for almost a decade.  Partly it's because I've been writing for two.

Self-actualization is one of those things I don't like to talk about because I'm afraid of sounding arrogant, cynical, or snarky.  It's an important part of everyone's journey and treacherous ground for fragile egos.  So if you're currently in that act in your life story, please don't take anything I'm about to say as me dismissing your psychological and emotional development.  I'm glad that you're figuring out why you're on this planet.

But... dude.  I figured this shit out years ago.

Ever since I was in elementary school, I knew I wanted to be a storyteller.  It's been a part of me so long that I've taken it for granted that some people don't know what their purpose is.  It's also easy for me to forget that some people never find a higher calling - most folks, I suspect, fall into the default roles parenthood and matrimony.  Noble pursuits, sure, but they don't preclude you from other ambitions.  If anything, they act in tandem: supplemental goals to strengthen your drive toward whatever that one key purpose may be for your existence on this planet.

...and that brings me to my point today as everybody is recovering from their Valentine's Days.  You know how sometimes people will get mushy and say melodramatic expressions of love to their significant other like, "You're the center of my world" or "You give me a reason to keep trying" or whatever else?  And you know how sometimes you might express your complete enchantment with your partner by saying, "I wouldn't know what to do if you left me?"

Well.... I can't really say any of that honestly.  Don't get me wrong.  I love my wife, but if she divorced me or died, I'd probably just go back to writing after a little while.

Yeah, I know that makes me sound like an asshole.  It's the truth, though.

But look on the bright side, Steph.  At least I'll feel really bad for awhile first.  That's worth something, right?

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