One year ago today I married the perfect woman for me.
First marriage for both of us — I just turned 50 and she was 46.
After thirty-ish years of being a serial dater, I finally owned up to the truth — what I’d been doing wasn’t working, yet somehow I was able to justify it for so long. With one foot often out the door, I didn’t have to get real. The fear of being emotionally vulnerable and my own judgments of who I was supposed to be kept me “safe” — but it was all an unconscious ruse cloaked in modern-day spiritual rhetoric. If I made them wrong, I’d be right. And safe. And neither were true.
But now, I’m all in. And quite honestly, it’s been the best year of my life.
Thank you, Maria.
–Dave Markowitz, Portland, OR