It's so interesting. As people who insisted they would never settle down start to do just that, they've started to bug me and Mike, once by far the most domestic pair of our friends, as to why we don't FURTHER settle. And meanwhile, our (spontaneous, driving home several hours after midnight) new year's resolution was to take more risks. Mike, who is mildly afraid of heights, currently has a scab on his hand from where he scraped it rock-climbing. I have been through five hair colors this year (pink, orange, purple, blonde, brown), and whenever I get around to it, it's gonna go (natural-ish) red next. We're not settling down further right now. We're not settling for anything. As usual, the detours have so much more to offer than the beaten path. And as unnerving as that can be, it's exciting too. We get to explore together.
Recently I told Mike my old metaphor about fairy tales - how I am not a princess and he is no prince - that we are the witch and the woodcutter, every now and then running across the charmed sons and cursed daughters who will end up in the castle, moving the plot along a little for them, then returning quietly to our own mysterious lives in a hut in the woods. He looked up from what he was doing, surprised, and said, "I LOVE that idea."
And the things that get in its way.