After realizing that we were all caught up on our Hulu queue of television shows (anyone else loving the kickass lifestyle of Agent Peggy Carter? Boom. Feminism.), Darrin and I had ourselves our first fancy date night of 2015. Darrin showered; I wore heels; and we both hit the Saturday night streets of Minneapolis determined to act like the early 20-year-olds that we are and abandon the late 60-year-old lifestyle that we’ve adopted. We spent the evening sharing nachos at Rosa Mexicano (THE GUACOMOLE OH MY GOSH), and Darrin thought it’d be fun to talk about the goals we had for the New Year. Work goals, relationship goals, spiritual goals, school goals, budget goals…the whole shebang. An obvious companion to the goal creating and sharing process is most definitely a pomegranate margarita (duh), so I sipped my margarita, dunked my nachos in fresh guacamole, and shared my hopes and goals for the year with my husband while he shared his hopes and goals with me. We wrote them all down in a little notebook I had handy in my purse — he encouraging me to push my ambitions further and I encouraging him not to take on soooo much at one time. Goal setting is really a lot like dunking a nacho chip into a massive bowl of guacamole: too much at once and the chip breaks; take none at all and you miss that fresh avocado flavor. Maybe. Or maybe that metaphor’s lame. There’s just something about sharing in another’s hopes and goals and dreams for the future that instills this desire to encourage and support and help them see those goals realized. Of course, we may not accomplish all of our goals this year, but I’ll sure be thankful for this redheaded man of mine willing to buy his wife a margarita and listen to her dreams for 2015.
What a guy.
And what a margarita. Highly recommend it.