I am a social butterfly. I love conversation, inquiry into humans and human life. My husband does not seem to have this same need, he likes us being home together, not nessesarily in deep conversation, just being under the same roof.

Last week I was out for a movie night, hosted an evening bookclub and attenden the sunday graduate session with my friend Lyn who attended the Forum this weekend. Combine this with both mine and my husbands rotating rosters and there was not many evenings we were home togehter.

So I promised my family I would be home the three evenings this week I did not have to work, or we did not have other arrangements. I also took on practising ‘integrity’ at the Sunday night session.

I knew of a meeting on wednesday night in my local Landmark Graduate Network, and was happy to not attend, as the group has lacked focus and power the last few months. However, I recieved a few phonecalls and emails form other group members, that tomorrows meeting was to clear the past and re-energise the group, and I was the really wanting to go. I love the inspiration and connection I get when the group runs well, and I have recreated my possibility to ‘passionate and compassionate leadership’, which suit the flavour of the meeting to a tee.

So I approached my husband and explained I had a problem. I acknowledged that I had taken on practising ‘integrity’, and that I had promised to be home this week, but I also had this strong desire to attend the wednesday meeting. First we had a talk about what the meeting means to me, and that he does not feel the same way about these. We spend time on the couch, in front of the fire, with a glass of red and connected, and agreed I could attend the meeting.

Looking forward to it.