Very well then I contradict myself...I contain multitudes.

I was re-reading a few of my last posts and noticed the theme of not being myself, not being clear or feeling unable to think clearly.

That's gone! It happened the Monday after the honeymoon: I was working remotely from a hotel room in Georgia, and I woke up that morning feeling rested, energetic, and creative. And since then, I've been clear-headed and myself again. And on the backside of everything, finally, people are coming out of the woodwork to agree with me: when you get engaged, you literally lose your mind. What I ask now, is why didn't someone warn me?!

For as much as I've been reading lately, I have little to report. I'm researching content: what is content? How do you manage it? What content is relevant to me? To my business? To my friends? How do you plan for future content? When does content expire? It's pretty fascinating stuff, to be honest. The expert people in this field are generally well-written and fun to follow on Twitter - an added bonus. I'm looking forward to finding some conferences to attend.

**Title line from "Song of Myself," by Walt Whitman

Now that you've said, "I do..."

There are so many things I like about being married. Things I'd never thought of, but have already made me laugh (and sometimes cry). For instance:

Dave was out of town for work Monday through Thursday, and I had the weirdest, inescapable back pain for most of the week. I just felt generally unwell and went to work from home Wednesday afternoon. Around 3:00, someone came in the back door. I assumed it was the landlord (we're expecting a new roof any day now), and called, "Hello?" Dave came around the corner! His bosses asked after me and sent him home when they found out I was sick! I bawled my eyes out on and off all afternoon.

We've only been married three weeks, and there are a lot of "single person" habits we're having to break. My favorite one of Dave's is turning the bathroom light off on me as we get ready for bed. Cracks me up every time!

Last night, around 2 a.m., I woke up in an instant and sneezed violently. I felt Dave jerk next to me, and heard a very bleary "bless you." I can't put into words how grateful I am for this wonderful man.

So have a little grace for me if the next couple of WriteMe posts have more to do with marriage anecdotes than actual writing. I'm hoping to strike a balance soon.