*yawn* Where do weeks go now, anyway? All of a sudden, it’s Monday again, and it’s the start of another work week. I have three solid cases now, so I’m “full time” in my own terms. Can’t take anymore. I want to dedicate most of my time to being home with Lily Bean, even though Dave is home full time. Can’t stay away from her for too long. Also not a good idea to be too immersed in work. I need my sanity to deal with cloth diaper issues and spit up and stuff like that, don’tcha know?
Life is gratefully very simple. Everyday is predictable, everyday is exciting in its predictability. I could not be asking for more. I don’t want “more.” This is it. This is what I’ve been working towards. All of a sudden, I turn around and I’m turning 28 in a few days, and I’ve got so much to show for it. A great husband, a beautiful and intelligent and calm daughter, a satisfying career, my good health, great family, awesome friends. What more can a girl ask for? Just enough money to pay the bills and a little on the side for play, and we’re all set to go. It’s a good life. Everything else is icing on the cake, and everything else isn’t too necessary. Like skin acne products and clothes (really, if you think about it, we just need about 7 outfits and we’re set!) and shoes shoes shoes and purses and bags. Those things are just… stuff. Stuff I can live without and stuff I wouldn’t be taking with me in case of fire. That’s what you gotta think about.
It’s a good way to live, to remind yourself the important things in life. The people, the minimal “stuff.” Ask yourself: in case of a fire, what would I take out with me in the minimal time that I have? Those are the things you need, and everything else is just “stuff.” For me, outside of making sure everything that can breathe and cuddle are safe outside of the burning house, it’s my hard drive (photos and journal entries galore!),… and that’s about it. I can’t see taking anything else with me that is that important. So everything I accumulate outside of my photos and writing in my hard drive is just “icing.”
So there ya go. It’s a good way to live. A grateful, simple life.
