Something horrible has happened. Something dreadful and unimaginable and just out-of-this-world awful.
Nate and I have turned into tired, I-want-to-stay-home adults.
We swore it would never happen. We vowed that we could remain responsible and balance careers without losing the carefree, fun attitude of teenagers. We’d always be kids at heart. Always in search of new adventures. Always be too full of life to stay home on a Friday night.
You know, that type of thing.
But as of late, we’ve been tired. We’d begin planning a fun night out with friends, but the fun night would soon morph into a Saturday evening spent with our close pals Television and Pizza. And our date night wouldn’t be much different. Sometimes Miss Icecream would stop by. That was always a special treat.
I remember how spontaneous Nate and I were when we were dating. He’d call up and — on a whim — we’d head to the ocean for a sunset dinner. Or we’d actually go out for an icecream. Life wasn’t so planned. Days weren’t so scheduled. Monday night didn’t always have to be cleaning night. Something fun could happen any day of the week.
So last night we did it. We took the first step towards breaking the mold.
Sure, it was just a lite dinner and a movie. Disney’s Tangled to be specific, which wasn’t my husband’s first choice in film. (Probably wasn’t his third or fourth pick either). But we were being spontaneous. We had decided, last minute, that we wanted to go out together. That we wanted to have fun. In fact, when the movie was done, we meandered over to the electronic store to take a peak at the televisions (that was all for the husband) and just walked around and talked. It was nothing exciting, yet it was SO perfect. And very much needed.
Sometimes, it feels good to just break the mold and to be a bit spontaneous. It keeps us young at heart. It keeps life interesting and exciting. And to me and Nate, not even yet thirty, it’s something that’s super important. There will be time to be tired later on. Not yet. Not now.
Are you spontaneous?