I grew up in a competitive family, earning 10 varsity letters during my four years of high school before going on to play college football. I also suffer from what Joanna refers to as “testosterone poisoning,” which is why I shattered a tibia in a close play at the plate — in a slow-pitch coed church league softball game — in an effort to prolong the game by one more inning before the “mercy rule” ended our then-inevitable defeat. And despite the fact that I now qualify for the senior menu at some restaurants, I usually still play basketball a couple of times a week.

Joanna, on the other hand, has long argued that the single biggest problem with society is “people living in competition,” words that can be found in Boston’s “Peace of Mind.” She has helped me learn to take things considerably less seriously, to the point where I can even enjoy board games. (Well, except Monopoly.)

Despite my competitive nature in regard to sports, neither of us ever saw ourselves “climbing to the top of the company ladder.” In fact, when I expressed concerns about earning tenure in my current position, my responded with perhaps the nicest words she has ever said to me: “What do you care? You’ve lived in a bus.”

Her statement took away any pressure. And more than perhaps any couple I know, we still enjoy “peace of mind.”

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