My hubby and I have been married just over 26 years.
Some would say our personality difference are...well profound. Not me I think we're terribly alike, almost twins.
Except that...
He is methodical, not me so much
He makes lists, not even a grocery list here.
He starts something and doesn't stop till it done. Me? Well if you saw my craft room, or kitchen, or laundry room...you get the picture.
I fly by the seat of my pants...he washes, irons, and then puts his list in his pants pocket before he flies anywhere!
OK...so we're not twins.
To concretely demonstrate the difference between the brain of an engineer type and that of an artist type let me give to you our paths to grandma's house.
One is mowed with a tractor, it is straight down the the hill...directly to its destination. It is plenty wide as to allow two kids to walk with plenty of room so no elbowing will occur.
The other is narrow and curvy. I of course being the sensible one chose to mow this with a small hand mower and come to the top of the hill heaving and sweating...
Here are the paths traced out for you...
I'm going to give you a moment to venture a guess as to who did which one.
Insert Jeopardy music...
Did you guess that I did the curvy and he did the straight?
And while straight wide paths are great for getting to point A to point B and for moving large loads of goods...narrow paths are much more fun for small children to run to grandma's on. This is of course my personal opinion.
When you have curves you have little bends in the path that are perfect for stopping and taking a rest and picking a flower or two...
And we all know I'm serious about a little leisure time when navigating the steep hills of life...ahem.
So while the straight path may be more direct, more sensible, more to the point...give me the curvy path every day of the week. And twice on Sunday!
Which brings us to the whole Biblical implications of our paths...
Which I have decided to ignore.
Because that would cause me to have to confront some my own issues.
Which is another thing I avoid...
Like laundry.
Not me...I would never avoid laundry.
