You’ve heard the expression More than One Way to Skin a Cat?
Well I hate that expression. So a long time ago I came up with my own version. I say: There is more than one way to add to nine.
I say this when I reach an impasse with someone where we are unable to find common ground. I say this with clients who get stuck in black and white thought patterns. I say it often.
My point is simple: there are lots of options out there and none of them are wrong, they are just different.
Fun fact: My favorite way to add to nine is 5+4. That was until tonight..
Today I finished the last paper of my college career. It was a research paper about the effectiveness of guided visualization, I could not have planned that better if I tried. I feel like I went out with a very authentic bang!
All morning while I was writing my paper and taking breaks my sweet husband was scurrying away trying to find something special for us to do once I finished. He wanted to celebrate me tonight. He would come in while I was writing and present a menu for a new restaurant for my review. Nothing was really appealing to me. A lot of restaurants think having a salad menu is enough of a vegetarian option, I whole-heartedly disagree.
On one of my breaks we came up with a plan. We found our own way to add to nine.
When I finished my paper and clicked “submit” I began to cry. I caught myself off guard, apparently it had been sitting there just beneath the surface waiting for me to finish this one last thing.
I went and found my husband charting out his math equations in the bedroom and I flopped down on top of him and let the tears flow.
I did it. I can’t believe it, I did it.
I completed a graduate program. I am a woman with a Master’s degree. I am the first woman in my family to attend college and I now have a Master’s degree.
I cried and cried.
I just cannot believe it. I can’t believe it. I did this! I DID THIS! I DID IT!
Then I started jumping on the bed and laughing and throwing blankets everywhere!
I DID IT! I FUCKING DID IT! I DID IT!!!!!
It was great fun, really it was, until I landed on my husband’s hand. He was okay though so I kept laughing and punching the mattress.
I did it man! I did it!
I left my husband to his math for a while longer and honestly I don’t even know what I did. I was so happy I was incoherent.
Later hubs and I started our master plan for the evening.
We headed to the grocery and picked up produce, ginger beer, ricotta, and naan. Then we came home and got to work.
We celebrated by making vegan/vegetarian naan pizzas with all of our favorite ingredients, our favorite cock/mocktails – the Moscow mule, and set up our dining room table like an trendy/artisanal restaurant. We brought the romantic dinner to our home.
We made three pizzas:
- Hummus, kalamata olives, plum tomato, artichoke hearts, sauteed onions and green peppers, basil.
- Tika Masala sauce, cumin sauteed garbanzo beans, mango, purple onion, mint.
- Ricotta cheese, blackberries, basil, black ground pepper.
We also made a pear salad which ended up being delicious but over kill, we had plenty of food.
When our dinner and cock/mocktails were ready we set the table and put on our Ben Howard Pandora station for mood music.
Over dinner we talked about our past, present, and future. We talked about my growth over the last 6 years that we have been together, and our growth together. We talked and talked and it was wonderful and romantic and just good in a very honest comfortable way. At one point I said what I often do about adding to nine in reference to how I went about earning my degree, I took the rode less traveled you could say. Then my husband said, it is more than that. It’s not just that there is “more than one way to add to nine”, there are infinite ways to add to nine.
There are infinite ways to add to nine because the options are endless. The options are endless. There is no right or wrong or good or bad, there are just infinite options, there is no limit to what is possible. Each person has there own unique path towards their own personal truth, the options are endless.
My path looked different from the paths of others, that is because it belongs to me and I walked it just as I was meant to. My mathematical husband helped me stand firmer in one of my own personal truths today.