Specifically, I’m pretty into Modern Love on Thursdays
Out there by Chickenfoot Lake, the lesson finally sank in. The key to a better marriage, for us, was not to hew closer to the general, to try to grind away the quirks or to more faithfully try to emulate the early-21st century marriage ideal. The key was to embrace, not blunt, the specifics — specifics that in the end we couldn’t blunt anyway. Despite all of our trying, Dan and I had not ground smooth our individual flaws. Yet our marriage still seemed better, changed. Maybe through our striving we had become more generous. That’s how I felt that day at Chickenfoot Lake. And it felt good.
