I am female. A woman with a plan. A communicator. An organizer. A dreamer; easily distracted by rainbows, fluffy kittens and pretty flowers. Methodical. Deliberate. Emotional.
He is male. A man of few words. Impulsive. An explorer; easily distracted by lights, bells and whistles. Logical. Map Hater. Improviser of the Highest Order.
But, make no mistake about it — we love each other. A Yin to each other’s Yang. A carefully crafted 2 piece jigsaw puzzle.
I lean firmly towards OCD, and he falls resoundingly over on the ADD side of the fence. I will create a painting, he’ll frame and hang it, and then I’ll follow behind him adjusting the tilt until its perfectly level.
He’ll get an idea. Within seconds I’ll find a link showing how to get it done. He can’t find a photo in his folders that he needs for a story. I do an instant search of my google records and find the copy he sent to me last year, within seconds.
Although we’re both creative, our personalities are like night and day and I guess, since opposites attract — that its just how its meant to be.
I tend to be a Pollyanna, and he’ll admit to being a cranky curmudgeon.
I hate being late with a passion; would rather stay home than arrive minutes after scheduled. He, no matter how hard he tries, struggles with getting to work on time because he usually gets distracted by something as he’s going through his “getting ready for work” routine every morning.
I start a conversation with the intent of getting the information I set out to find. He can get tongue tied, with worrying about what he’s getting boxed into committing to.
Sure there are times when we step on each others proverbial toes. I like to know where I’m going so I can plan on how to get there and sometimes can miss some of the wonders along the way, unless I make myself look to the side from time to time, instead of fixating on the horizon. He is more tentative in his decision making, sometimes looking as if he’s standing still, when in reality his indecisiveness can cause him to fly by the seat of his pants.
There are some that would consider us oil and water, I happen to think we make a great vinaigrette.
Communication is key to understanding my over-emotional reactions to his seemingly haphazard manner of getting things done. Hopefully he’ll learn strategies to make a few well laid plans now and then, and I’ll learn not to sweat the small stuff so much and relax a little more.
We are fortunate enough to share the same end goals, we just differ in what map, if any, to use to get there.
Hold my hand baby, and I’ll keep you steady on the track, and you’ll keep my feet flying just a few inches from the ground, to make it fun along the way.
He is male. A man of few words. Impulsive. An explorer; easily distracted by lights, bells and whistles. Logical. Map Hater. Improviser of the Highest Order.
But, make no mistake about it — we love each other. A Yin to each other’s Yang. A carefully crafted 2 piece jigsaw puzzle.
I lean firmly towards OCD, and he falls resoundingly over on the ADD side of the fence. I will create a painting, he’ll frame and hang it, and then I’ll follow behind him adjusting the tilt until its perfectly level.
He’ll get an idea. Within seconds I’ll find a link showing how to get it done. He can’t find a photo in his folders that he needs for a story. I do an instant search of my google records and find the copy he sent to me last year, within seconds.
Although we’re both creative, our personalities are like night and day and I guess, since opposites attract — that its just how its meant to be.
I tend to be a Pollyanna, and he’ll admit to being a cranky curmudgeon.
I hate being late with a passion; would rather stay home than arrive minutes after scheduled. He, no matter how hard he tries, struggles with getting to work on time because he usually gets distracted by something as he’s going through his “getting ready for work” routine every morning.
I start a conversation with the intent of getting the information I set out to find. He can get tongue tied, with worrying about what he’s getting boxed into committing to.
Sure there are times when we step on each others proverbial toes. I like to know where I’m going so I can plan on how to get there and sometimes can miss some of the wonders along the way, unless I make myself look to the side from time to time, instead of fixating on the horizon. He is more tentative in his decision making, sometimes looking as if he’s standing still, when in reality his indecisiveness can cause him to fly by the seat of his pants.
There are some that would consider us oil and water, I happen to think we make a great vinaigrette.
Communication is key to understanding my over-emotional reactions to his seemingly haphazard manner of getting things done. Hopefully he’ll learn strategies to make a few well laid plans now and then, and I’ll learn not to sweat the small stuff so much and relax a little more.
We are fortunate enough to share the same end goals, we just differ in what map, if any, to use to get there.
Hold my hand baby, and I’ll keep you steady on the track, and you’ll keep my feet flying just a few inches from the ground, to make it fun along the way.
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