The "M" Word

Have you ever had a conversation that you thought was meant to happen but you didn't know what it meant? I just did. Two. One yesterday, one today.

Two different women in my life decided to tell me how they met and married their husbands. But it's not this fact that makes me think the conversations were meant to happen, because I'm not necessarily in a crazy rush to get married. I mean, if someone wonderful and compatible were to actually pursue me, he could probably talk me into it eventually. But I'm not just out there pining away, "Someone come and marry me and rescue me from my dismal existence!" Because it's not like that.

Anyway, particularly today's conversation sparked something in my head. She was talking about having to choose between two different men and how she ended up choosing the man she married because he was going somewhere in life, in a way where she just realized she wanted to be a part of wherever he was going. She said the other man was a much more logical choice but that her life would have stopped there. She would have been financially secure and doing great work where they were, but she would have never gone on in her life to do the things she had done and was doing. It would have been the end of many of her dreams.

And it just makes me think. Because marriage is a big deal. And love is complicated. And good relationships are hard work. And when great guys who are actually a "good fit" for you don't come along very often, it's easy to think that the next wonderful Mr. Someone could and should be it. But maybe I have to ask myself these questions: Do I want to be with him only because I have feelings for him, or is he going somewhere I want to go? Will marrying him be the end of my dreams? Or will our dreams and goals and ambitions spur each other onward to what we are meant to do and be?

I don't have a conclusion to this discussion. I've just got a bunch of thoughts rolling around in my head right now.