My wife is a planner. My wife defines the word planner. I pick on her about it all the time, mainly because it gets a rise out of her, but she incessantly plans. Long range, high velocity planning. Shortly after we found out we got pregnant (yup, I said we), she starts planning into what kind of schools our child is going to attend. Our recent PCS move was planned almost down to the minute. As long as the road is clear, my wife's planning is keen and sharp, and incredibly accurate. As long as the road is clear.
I am not a planner. At least not in the long-range sense. I am very goal oriented, but I somewhat enjoy hacking my way through obstacles, finding my way to the goal whenever the hell I get there. Without difficulty, stress, obstacles of some sort, I lose track of what I'm going after, and my strength wanes. Short term issues are my specialty, I'm good on my feet and can handle things on the fly. Once the obstacles are gone, however, I'm left in the open with a long range goal yet to accomplish with nothing short-ranged in my grasp.
The two of us together shouldn't work. My wife rarely understands my short-mindedness. I completely fucking loathe her NEED to plan everything. But we do, almost in the same way a Bishop and a Knight can be very harmonious. Together, there are few situations the two of us can't handle. She makes the plans, and as things get in our way, the short-term prowess that I have kicks in to get us through the obstacles. She keeps us somewhere on the track we want to be, I help to navigate the channels when things aren't quite going the right way. Ultimately, without one the other would struggle horribly, at least for a while, and life would be a hell of a lot more difficult. I'm glad to say that I've found the perfect Bishop for me. Even with her damned planning.



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