In the 11 years that we've been together, we had not yet played Connect Four together. We started the game and Mr. Lindstrom methodically plotted each move. Taking at least 30 seconds to drop his little checker piece into the contraption. I find that the more I think, the less effective I am as a player. So, each time we played "his way"... I lost.
So we tried it "my way." Go with your gut, move on a whim, don't pause to think. Go Go Go. Guess what? I won EVERY TIME.
We realized (after enjoying a couple of adult beverages) that this is a metaphor for our marriage. Mr. Lindstrom is the thinker, the stewer, the noodler. He pours over all the conceivable options and their counter plays before he makes a move. He is methodical.
I am a gut girl. I am ruled by my heart. I ask myself how does this feel? Does this feel natural?
When Mr. Lindstrom does it his way... he wins, and when I do it my way... I win. When we allow each other the time and space to do it our own way... we both win.
Who knew Connect Four would be like therapy for the Lindstroms... but I'll take it. Insurance doesn't cover it, but damn if it's not cheap!