Relative Something

I was at a wedding yesterday. The weather provided a nice September backdrop for an outdoor wedding. Everything was beautiful. If you can imagine this, Cyndie made the wedding cake. I have already written a story about her first experience as wedding cake provider. I didn’t think she would ever try again. But that is just like Cyndie, to dive right back in again.

Her style is so different from mine that I tend to get out of the way and let her do her magic. I just can’t help, because I end up getting in her way and cramp her style. The result is the exact opposite of what I mean to offer. So I back off. It feels kind of dysfunctional, but I think it is part of our codependency. It becomes a dash of her mania and my depression, and they clash. A wonderful opportunity to discover a solution to a next level of learning about ourselves as a result of having a relationship.

I don’t know how soon that lesson will be revealed, because there is a very great probability that Cyndie will be moving to Boston for a while. She is mulling a job offer that just appeared, unexpected. At first, this may seem contradictory to our plan to move to a horse farm. Maybe, maybe not. Cyndie is thinking that this might be an opportunity to save up some extra money toward financing our jump to the paradise we are dreaming of. It might add a year or two to the process, but she negotiated the time off to continue the horse training that she already has scheduled.

Her move to another city will be a different test for our relationship. I enjoy my time alone when she is traveling, but this takes it to another level. However, we are both feeling that now is a very good time for us to give this a try.

We are on the verge of another new adventure. It’s not one I expected, but that’s part of what makes it an adventure. Maybe it’ll be as easy as baking a cake.