Learning curve

Three notebooks, two coffee refills, and approximately forty-seven crossed-out ideas later, I think I finally understand what happened during our anniversary planning marathon last month.

Learning curve

Turns out when Jake said “whatever you want to do is fine” twelve times in a row, what he actually meant was “I have very specific opinions about everything but I’d rather you guess what they are.” And when I responded by making seventeen different backup plans because I couldn’t figure out what he actually wanted, I was basically doing the relationship equivalent of bringing an umbrella, raincoat, and emergency poncho to a picnic.

The breakthrough came when we finally just sat down and admitted we were both trying so hard to make the other person happy that nobody was actually expressing what would make them happy. Revolutionary concept, I know.

The aftermath of trying to be organized.

We ended up having the best weekend we’ve had in months once we figured out that compromise doesn’t mean mind-reading. It means actually using words like adults. Who knew?