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The Summit

 At the beginning of this year, I knew I had to make some changes. I was surviving, but certainly not thriving in any area of my life: health, marriage, mental state, what have you. While I found an app that promised to help, Josh told me to wait and try to use an AI to help. An AI, my formerly mortal enemy sure.

According to the AI, my day should be divided into three parts: the morning (pre-arriving at work), work, and then the "second" day (the few hours I get at home before I need to go to bed because I like to be at work early). With a few tweaks and parameters, the AI also suggested that I schedule time on weekends to "catch up" on my to do list of learning. If I could find a job where someone would pay me to learn about anything, or even rabbit hole, I would be set for life. In order to incorporate another goal, the AI and I also created a "Saturday Summit" - a check in with Josh to look at our week ahead and any task or event we need to plan for. This would help the anxiety and relationship.

For a little under two months, we kept to the Saturday ritual: coffeeshop, I "catch up", he does ... whatever he does for two hours, then we reconvene to review. We have added and removed and changed topics and subtopics we cover in the half hour, but overall, the same. 

This weekend, we were busy during our usual Saturday block, so we slid it to Sunday. I have decided that it is a really nice ritual to reflect and move forward purposefully. I've also discovered that my husband may have a long-term memory accessing problem, teasing! When I ask about what he's grateful for or his highs/lows, they always occur within the past 24-48 hours. I have taken to jotting reminders in my phone or right on the spreadsheet so that I don't forget. Pretty sure the weekend meeting is for me more than him, but that's okay, we're still learning after 14 years together how both of us operate.

I am grateful to be able to have someone to "summit" this mountain of life with and look forward to the evolving topics this year.

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