id was set in the arguments array for the "Sidebar 1" sidebar. Defaulting to "sidebar-1". Manually set the id to "sidebar-1" to silence this notice and keep existing sidebar content. Please see Debugging in WordPress for more information. (This message was added in version 4.2.0.) in /home/96/97/2929796/web/wp-includes/functions.php on line 5313Men and women speak different languages. Most of the time I try to speak clearly in hopes that my husband, Ace, will understand. Most of the time I end up frustrated and hurt that he hasn\u2019t \u201cheard\u201d me \u2013 or really understood my words. It\u2019s like I\u2019m the Charlie Brown teacher, \u201cWaaa wa wa wa waa\u201d.<\/p>\n
The most recent battle of words has been over expanding our family. Baby number two is just a twinkle in our eye as we jump into bed, giving the baby making journey another go. But that\u2019s the fun part. We are focused on making sweet, sweet love so that we never conceive a child through a \u201cwe have to have sex because I\u2019m ovulating\u201d scenario and more of a \u201cwe get to have a lot of sex right now especially because I\u2019m ovulating\u201d scenario. Ace seems to be on the same page with the baby making (yeah! More sex!), it\u2019s all the other nesting nonsense that is causing the communication breakdown followed by tears.<\/p>\n
I don\u2019t need to get into all the back and forth drama. He\u2019s spatting defenses, I\u2019m spatting long-winded explanations and justifications. I\u2019m mostly talking about the elaborate reconstruction of our house (in a dream world) and he\u2019s mostly telling me that I\u2019m crazy and living in a dream world, when I realize\u2026 I\u2019m never going to get him to walk this journey side by side the whole time. In a sense, he\u2019s looking at the path and carefully stepping from stone to stone, while I\u2019m looking at the birds and the trees, maybe sometimes tripping up on the path, but enjoying it just the same (or even more). My views and my language are always going to be foreign to him. I can either let myself be worked up by his frustration or I can figure out a way to power my own vojo and be ok with whatever comes back at me in response.<\/p>\n
After we reached the crescendo of our mismatch of words, I stepped away to get some air and got distracted by the garden hose, watering a particularly scorched section of lawn. GaGa, our yellow lab, came over to chase the splash that was created where the water hit the grass. As I moved the hose around, she kept chasing the splash. Watching her knocked me out of my funk. Laughter spilled out as I realized that all I need to worry about is being present. Move on. That\u2019s one thing Ace can do way better than me. Move on. The discussion is over. It didn\u2019t really mean anything, not really.<\/p>\n
Be the power in my own vojo. That\u2019s what I need to do. Be ok with my ideas and don\u2019t rely on others for self-worth. What matters is the power I hold in myself and the love I am able to give. Being present and not dwelling on what Ace or anyone else thinks creates the power in my vojo.<\/p>\n