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Thoughts on love… and marriage

During our first few months in Montana, I struggled to adjust. You see, back in Central Utah, we had a limited number of things to do with a limited number of friends with limited accessibility. Montana is the opposite, with opportunities around every corner. And yet, my instinct was to work through the day and most of the night because that’s what I was used to. First off, yes: I am a slight workaholic. Being connected via iPhone is a blessing for productivity and a curse for having a life outdoors. It doesn’t help (but also helps a lot!) that…

Marriage, Year Two: An Ode to Continued Transformation

September 24, 2013

Well—here we are! Today, Sean and I celebrate our second wedding anniversary, and I’m so proud to say how far we’ve come, hand-in-hand. I am living proof that life can pull a complete 180 in a year… and then do it over and over (and over). Four years ago, today (2009), I was a single, successful 24-year-old woman named Mollie Shambeau. A few years out of college from the University of Wisconsin-Madison with two bachelors’ degrees, I had never met Sean Busby and had never ridden a road bike. I was living in Madison as a well-known style/associate editor of a…

On marriage…

January 20, 2012

Recent events have gotten me thinking about marriage. To start, my favorite blogger, Heather Armstrong, announced on her blog—dooce.com, a few days ago that she and her husband John are separated. It was a weird thing, reading about something so personal on a blog. I know Armstrong has blogged about many of her different milestones to the world (what has arguably led to her fame as one of the most influential bloggers, ever), but this was my first time reading a milestone as it happened… internet intimacy at its best. Or rather, at its worst. What struck me most is…

The enormity of it all

Up until this point, “the wedding” seemed like this ominous event that I’ve been feverishly planning for five months. Seriously, it still hadn’t really hit me—even with a ring on my finger, a bank account with a fascinating disappearing act, and more congratulations than I know what to do with. We got engaged, and then it was all, Mollie, plan this, plan that, decide this, decide that. I felt like Cinderella, the wedding planner. There was no time to ponder the beauty of the big picture. Even through marriage classes—which I loved and Sean, well… lets say loved a little…