A week or so ago, Mr. Arete mentioned to my husband that he would be open to teaching me a few things. As I am sure you can imagine, I was extremely excited and spent the next several days
nagging, ask my husband when, when, when, WHEN, might this happen.
Last night Mr. Arete sent me a text and we discussed the kinds of things we might do and other general chit chat. I knew there was no way on earth he would let me pay him for his time, so being the clever girl that I am, I offered to buy the equipment he ordered. I was told no. I attempted to tap into my new, tough, bad ass self and insist that he let me to which I was told, “It doesn’t work like that.”
Of course, it doesn’t. I didn’t think it would, but I had to try. I gave up rather quickly because as much as I want to give back, he doesn’t want it. He is not the kind of guy to blow smoke, so if he says it, he means it.
Appreciating those around me is important. Giving and contributing feels good. I like to be a part of that, but I am learning it is more important to do what the person actually wants instead of what I want. It is a surprisingly difficult lesson.
Ok, here is the part where you might get jealous: Me and him doing a bit of training to include knife fighting. I have been a little obsessed about wanting to learn this skill, but it has never worked out. I am beyond thrilled that he is willing to teach me some moves.
I think some time after Easter is the plan, so stay tuned.