<?xml version="1.0" encoding="utf-8" standalone="yes"?><rss version="2.0" xmlns:atom="http://www.w3.org/2005/Atom"><channel><title>Marriage on Og Maciel's Journal</title><link>https://omaciel.github.io/tags/marriage/</link><description>Recent content in Marriage on Og Maciel's Journal</description><generator>Hugo</generator><language>en-us</language><lastBuildDate>Sat, 18 Oct 2025 00:00:00 +0000</lastBuildDate><atom:link href="https://omaciel.github.io/tags/marriage/index.xml" rel="self" type="application/rss+xml"/><item><title>Week in Review - Week 42 of 2025</title><link>https://omaciel.github.io/posts/2025-10-18-week-in-review-week-42-of-2025/</link><pubDate>Sat, 18 Oct 2025 00:00:00 +0000</pubDate><guid>https://omaciel.github.io/posts/2025-10-18-week-in-review-week-42-of-2025/</guid><description>&lt;p&gt;&lt;img src="https://omaciel.github.io/images/week-in-review-week-42-of-2025.jpg" alt="Cover Image"&gt;&lt;/p&gt;
&lt;p&gt;Some weeks test your patience. Others your stamina. This week? It tested my calendar, my caffeine intake, my emotional bandwidth—and somehow still managed to remind me why I do what I do. Between last-minute presentations, sprint planning chaos, infrastructure headaches, and keeping my team sane, I also got to celebrate something far more meaningful: 25 years of marriage to the quiet girl who changed my life. Here&amp;rsquo;s how Week 42 unfolded.&lt;/p&gt;</description></item><item><title>The Quiet Girl Who Changed My Life</title><link>https://omaciel.github.io/posts/2025-10-17-the-quiet-girl-who-changed-my-life/</link><pubDate>Fri, 17 Oct 2025 00:00:00 +0000</pubDate><guid>https://omaciel.github.io/posts/2025-10-17-the-quiet-girl-who-changed-my-life/</guid><description>&lt;p&gt;&lt;img src="https://omaciel.github.io/images/the-quiet-girl-who-changed-my-life.jpg" alt="Cover Image"&gt;&lt;/p&gt;
&lt;p&gt;My wife and I couldn&amp;rsquo;t be more different from each other. She&amp;rsquo;s sweet, and I&amp;rsquo;m savory. She&amp;rsquo;s calm and easygoing, while I&amp;rsquo;m hyped up and intense. I talk a thousand miles an hour but am very much an introvert, whereas she chooses her words carefully and is a social butterfly.&lt;/p&gt;
&lt;p&gt;I remember when I first met her. It was April 1999, and I had just agreed to go on a blind date with my friend&amp;rsquo;s sister&amp;rsquo;s best friend. I was going through a rough phase in my life—one where I&amp;rsquo;d pretty much given up on romance and decided to focus entirely on work. One of my sisters kept insisting that I should start dating again. She even set me up with someone she swore would be a good match, telling me we were both Geminis and that I&amp;rsquo;d just been &amp;ldquo;looking for the right person in the wrong places.&amp;rdquo; I wasn&amp;rsquo;t sure what to think of that at the time, but I went along with it. The date was pleasant enough—she was kind, we had a good time—but there were no sparks.&lt;/p&gt;</description></item></channel></rss>