I recently learned something about myself that I'd suspected all along. I can shoot a rifle. And I can shoot it with better precision than a lot of people.
Those of you who know me may have a hard time picturing me with a gun. My personality doesn't exactly scream badass. My hobbies up until now have been singing and dancing. I enjoy doing the Jumble. I have a fondness for bunnies. You get the idea.
And yet I've long been drawn to arcade and carnival games that involve shooting. I loved those western-style shooting galleries where you hit the cowboy with a laser to make him play ragtime on the piano. And I was a master at Duck Hunt on Nintendo. So I thought, why not try it with a real gun?
I went to a women's introductory shooting workshop last weekend at a local gun club, and just as I suspected, I'm quite the target shooter. I overheard one of the gun club guys telling another guy that I was gifted. I came home with a bunch of paper targets with obliterated bullseyes.
I'm totally living the whole self-esteem through mastery thing. I haven't felt this proud of myself in a long, long time. I'm excited to get back on the range and work toward joining a competition league.
Meanwhile, Jen has found a new outlet for her skills, as well. She just started a summer-long women's group led by a nutritionist. Last night they cooked kale and made their own cheese. Wild horses couldn't drag me to that kind of thing.
The point in me telling you all this is that Jen and I are discovering that having separate hobbies and activities is really good for our relationship. Countless experts have stressed the importance of maintaining individuality after marriage, and a big component of that is having separate interests. If you spend all of your time together, you can "merge" or become too insular. Jen and I were definitely suffering the effects of that, but now that I have my things and she has hers, we're both much happier.
And I look hot with a rifle.







