Guess who's back….it's Pinky and the Bahrain silly! It feels good to be mutually contributing to the adventure that has become our life. Kind of funny how in many ways, the time since the last Pinky and the Bahrain blog entry seems like a lifetime ago. A trip to Paris went completely unchronicled, birthdays and a graduation uncelebrated, friends lost and friends gained, and the annual Kicking the Sh*t Out of Cancer in Pinky's hometown was a mere blip on the PnB (Pinky and the Bahrain) radar. We'll be sure to catch you up on that in due time. :D, but this entry is about something much more...
As many of our dedicated readers are aware, Pinky and I went our separate ways for a time. In truth it was a very confusing, dark, and difficult time for both Pinky and I. Difficult questions were asked, harder answers given, tears were shed, bonds broken, and actions taken that reflected two people who were the furthest thing from being in love with one another. But isn't life and love funny sometimes? Perhaps the fine line between love and hate has never been so blurred and so true. I don't want to overstate things and say that it was against all odds, but against pretty significant odds, Pinky and I found our love for one another once again only to realize that it never really left.
What I aim to express in this blog is to not give up, not in love, not in life, not in anything unless you know it's something you no longer want. I think Pinky and I both tried to give up at various times during our time apart. We tried to forget, if for no other reason than so that we could really move on. The push and pull of time spent away and a relationship where the communication was floundering is draining. But buried deep underneath all of that was something so natural and so right that, to date, I don't think either of us has been able to explain it properly. Coming to terms with that feeling and opening yourself up to being vulnerable takes legitimate courage. Making a conscious choice to work on something despite not knowing if the other will, involves risk; but a risk worth taking. And since opening up to that risk, the reward has entirely been worth it. Things haven't always come easy, but she, I, and Pinky and the Bahrain are better for it. And frankly I'm proud of that.
I'll openly admit that throughout our fairly consistent communication while being broken up, I had serious doubts on how/if/when/where our paths would cross again. And even if it did, would it mean enough to take another chance at being together and whether or not that was even the "right" thing to do after everything that had happened. All those questions were answered during a late night phone call regarding a last minute Thanksgiving trip back to Wisconsin where the Bahrain decided to meet me (Pinky) and stay with my family. I don't think our lives will ever be the same after that day, a day we now refer to warmly as our Day of Reckonnection….
A simple trip,
or something more;
A chance to reconnect,
with the one we adore.
A question asked,
an answer given;
A life in love,
is a a life worth living.
A winding road,
without a clue;
A road to be driven,
the answer is true.
Special thanks to all of our friends and family who are a part of our journey and have reached out to congratulate our Day of Reckonnection. We can only hope to be able to repay the words of encouragement, advice, and well wishes in the future.
Much Love,
PnB
As many of our dedicated readers are aware, Pinky and I went our separate ways for a time. In truth it was a very confusing, dark, and difficult time for both Pinky and I. Difficult questions were asked, harder answers given, tears were shed, bonds broken, and actions taken that reflected two people who were the furthest thing from being in love with one another. But isn't life and love funny sometimes? Perhaps the fine line between love and hate has never been so blurred and so true. I don't want to overstate things and say that it was against all odds, but against pretty significant odds, Pinky and I found our love for one another once again only to realize that it never really left.
What I aim to express in this blog is to not give up, not in love, not in life, not in anything unless you know it's something you no longer want. I think Pinky and I both tried to give up at various times during our time apart. We tried to forget, if for no other reason than so that we could really move on. The push and pull of time spent away and a relationship where the communication was floundering is draining. But buried deep underneath all of that was something so natural and so right that, to date, I don't think either of us has been able to explain it properly. Coming to terms with that feeling and opening yourself up to being vulnerable takes legitimate courage. Making a conscious choice to work on something despite not knowing if the other will, involves risk; but a risk worth taking. And since opening up to that risk, the reward has entirely been worth it. Things haven't always come easy, but she, I, and Pinky and the Bahrain are better for it. And frankly I'm proud of that.
I'll openly admit that throughout our fairly consistent communication while being broken up, I had serious doubts on how/if/when/where our paths would cross again. And even if it did, would it mean enough to take another chance at being together and whether or not that was even the "right" thing to do after everything that had happened. All those questions were answered during a late night phone call regarding a last minute Thanksgiving trip back to Wisconsin where the Bahrain decided to meet me (Pinky) and stay with my family. I don't think our lives will ever be the same after that day, a day we now refer to warmly as our Day of Reckonnection….
A simple trip,
or something more;
A chance to reconnect,
with the one we adore.
A question asked,
an answer given;
A life in love,
is a a life worth living.
A winding road,
without a clue;
A road to be driven,
the answer is true.
Special thanks to all of our friends and family who are a part of our journey and have reached out to congratulate our Day of Reckonnection. We can only hope to be able to repay the words of encouragement, advice, and well wishes in the future.
Much Love,
PnB
