I was recently chatting with my wife over breakfast, a rare luxury that we only seem to find on weekends. She was expressing her weariness over her grueling exercise regimen.
Sympathizing, I suggested that she might lessen the intensity or frequency of her workouts, thus making this wearisome burden more manageable.
As a husband, I’m a problem solver and this suggestion was an obvious (to me) solution to the problem. Word to the wise: Don’t try to fix your wife’s problems. They just want you to listen. I obviously was having a mental lapse.
She looked at me with obvious incomprehension at the suggestion. This idea was obviously not one that could even be considered.
“Shades of grey,” I prompted, referring to an ongoing discussion that we have about how it doesn’t have to be an “all or nothing” proposition. The world doesn’t always have to be black and white. I don’t see the need to kill myself to meet an exercise goal. You can take a less aggressive stance when it comes to exercise. (Of course that might explain while gravity seems to have a magnified effect when I step on the bathroom scale.)
“Hon,” she replied, “I wasn’t given that crayon in my crayon box.”
We both laughed.
Of course, later thinking back to this conversation, I realize there are other areas where I see stark lines and she sees the shadows. And that’s the wonderful thing about being married to a woman that sees things differently than I do. She tempers my perspective, bringing color and shadow, balancing my point of view.