One of the worst things that I did for myself before moving abroad was failing to mentally prepare myself for it. It has definitely been catching up with me. Stress has a way of silently creeping up on you in the form of terrible sleep, anxiety, and a general lack of motivation for anything followed by its partner fatigue. Also, I can’t shut my mind off so here I am furiously typing at 1 AM because my brain won’t shut up. These are just a few of the hardest parts of living in another country for me personally.
My husband Stuart and I can’t believe it has been 8 months already! We decided it would be fun to consider what we’ve learned, where we’ve grown, and what has changed about ourselves during this time. I have grown into our marriage and myself a ton these past months. I’m excited to see where the rest of our marriage will lead us. So here you have it, these are the 8 life lessons learned in 8 months of marriage.
8 Life Lessons Learned in 8 Months of Marriage
Treat your role as a wife as a ministry.
Gone are the days when I could put off the washing or spend hours watching Netflix (okay, I swap sleep for Netflix on occasion). Much of my spare time is spent maintaining my husband. I won’t be shy about that truth. While he works full time and I part time, it is mainly my job to do the mundane, every day chores. My role as a wife is a ministry of servitude. Have I forgotten my ministry as a wife? is a great blog post on this topic. I try to do chores as willingly, happily, and lovingly as possible these days. I’ve also adopted a “yes policy” with most things, which I will also make an entire post dedicated to.
Make time for one another.
We are on a budget currently and it can be a challenge to figure out “date night” ideas. We’re both simple people and generally having a good chat is enough for the both of us though. No phones, computers, or iPads to interfere. We make the time to put those away to focus on one another for at least an hour a day.
Self-control is hard, but worth it.
A lot of my time is dedicated to maintaining Stuart’s sanity because he works at least 50 hours per week. Some days I hate the thought of making dinner and doing laundry. Self control means keeping this to myself though.
It would suck if my husband decided that he didn’t want to wake up at the crack of dawn every day to go to work. But he does get out of bed. Every day. At 5 AM. Without EVER complaining. It is my job to return that favor and have dinner on the table each day without moaning about it. I can say however that I practically whoop with joy whenever we eat round a friends house.