A blog for my husband

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Wedding, July 2024

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October 3, 2024

Last night, my husband took me out for dinner for my birthday. It was a beautiful speakeasy hidden deep in the bowels of a seemingly boring brick building in downtown Tulsa, Oklahoma. We jokingly decided to admit what confuses us most about each other. Despite our communicative relationship, I had butterflies in my stomach wondering what he would conjure up for his answer. I joked that his mind moves quicker than his lips can formulate words often leaving me in a waterfall of unfinished thoughts that make no sense when put together. We chuckled together in joint amusement then he sobered thinking about his response. I waited, truly not knowing what he would say. Finally, in a full and formulated sentence, he said “your need for a creative outlet is something I can never understand”.

This shocked me … because, if it wasn’t for him … I wouldn’t have a career.

He allowed me to leave my career in technology—two decades worth.

Just leave it.

With no knowledge of yet what I would do.

It was him that encouraged me to really consider what I wanted to do rather than just pick up some other source of income. He was the one that encouraged this confusing creative outlet.

Now, I am almost done with my second masters. This time an MFA in creative writing and fiction. Books everywhere. Very guilty of stealing pens.

Now, I am halfway through writing my first novel.

Now, I attend literary conventions at his expense and his encouragement.

Thank you, to my husband. For supporting me. For encouraging me. For putting me here. A creative outlet is exactly who I am. What I am.

If it wasn’t for him, I would’ve never been able to fall into the thing that confuses him the most about me.