Always the Traveler’s Wife, Never the Traveler

Sometimes I rack my brain about what to write, but usually, inspiration hits when I need it most. Today is no different.

While combing through my old blog posts, I noticed a recurring theme: awakening. They say your 20s are for making mistakes and your 30s are for growth. And while I agree, I also think mistakes don’t just stop at 29. Life continues to test you in new ways.

Take marriage, for example—it’s no walk in the park.

The Comedian recently started a new job that requires him to travel 70% of the time. Thankfully, I have a job that allows me to work from anywhere with internet. But that doesn’t mean we can always travel together. It’s funny in an ironic way—after years of intentionally avoiding dating military men (thanks to some deep-rooted “you date what you know” psychology), I now find myself in a very similar situation. He may not wear a uniform, but he’s gone just the same.

I’m not saying his new job is a mistake. But with all this extra time alone, I find myself… well, finding myself again.

The Space Between

Being single gives you a certain freedom—to come and go as you please, to spend time however you want. Marriage is different. I still do things for myself—hang out with friends, take on new hobbies, explore solo passions—but I don’t act like I’m single. There’s a responsibility, a sacredness, to marriage.

And let me tell you—temptation is out there. The world doesn’t always respect wedding rings. I’ve seen how easy it is for others to forget, or ignore, that boundary. Thankfully, I’m grounded. But that doesn’t make it any less unsettling.

We don’t have kids yet, so I have the freedom to fill my time however I choose. But there's only so much Netflix a person can binge before their brain starts to melt. So I read. I journal. I take on more assignments. I fill the space—intentionally.

What’s the Meaning of All This Time?

That’s what I keep asking myself. I truly believe God has a plan for everything. But in this moment, I feel a little scrambled. This space, this solitude—it’s a gift, even if it doesn’t always feel that way.

Maybe the answer lies in what I’m doing right now. Writing.

There’s something powerful about putting your thoughts into words—on paper, in a blog post, wherever. Writing helps me sift through the noise in my head and find clarity. If you’ve never journaled before, I highly recommend it. It can shift your entire mindset.

Funny enough, by the time I got to this paragraph, I realized I could’ve spent this time writing 300 words for the book I keep saying I’ll finish. See? That’s the power of reflection. That’s what writing can do.

It’s all clear now.