I know, you all are thinking…that’s okay. It’s not Thanksgiving.
Well you know how everyone posts their “month of Thanksgiving” one day at a time through the month of November?
Day one: I’m thankful for my husband
Day two: I’m thankful for my kids
And so on.
Mine would probably start out Day one: I’m thankful for cupcakes
I was driving with my kid this morning and we were discussing those giant houses in the far reaches of Denver. He works in construction and finds himself working on the most beautiful of homes. I said a phrase I’ve said many times in my life but it’s seldom meant with anything but jest.
I said, “ugh. Those people are living my life”.
This led us to a more serious conversation where we question if we are truly happy with who we are and where we are. The dream, of course, is to be living in a cabin in the mountains away from people and taking in the serenity of nature and God.
This is Alex’s dream.
This is Sean’s dream.
I would take this part time. But I would be cold. Plus I’m a nomad and I need to travel and see the world. I want to travel and learn and experience.
Part of me says nothing is stopping you. If you aren’t happy then you need to go live your dream. No one wants someone who isn’t happy to stay. I think everyone needs to find their joy.
The other part of me says maybe look around and recognize the joy you have surrounding you and would you really be happy being alone?
Thanksgiving is about being grateful and recognizing what you have and what you would miss. Is it more important or less important? So are you really living the wrong life? Or are you just having a moment of envy? I think it’s important to distinguish between those issues before you sink down into the depths of sad. Anyone can be envious. How deep does it go? If it’s really that important than I think it’s a dream and you need to follow it. I think we need to see how far our dreams can take us.
In a perfect world I’d own six houses, six cars and I could live in whichever house I want to. I could travel whenever I wanted. I could do and be anything. I’d have that college degree I wanted. I could give money to anyone that needed it. We’re talking a perfect world? No one would need it. There wouldn’t be starving children, refugees, ISIS, or war. No homeless on the cold streets, our veterans would be well taken care of and there would be no need for battered women’s shelters. In a perfect world…everyone would be tolerant of everyone else and their beliefs, religions, choices. No one would be bullied or harassed or stalked. It wouldn’t be Stepford, it might be Utopia. Too perfect? I think it would be worth at least the effort.
Today I’m walking with Miss Hollie but I think I’ll try and go a little early so I can run a little. I also need to get my strength in today. I skipped two days in a row – day one was a migraine and day two was a LOT of errands and at the end of the day I almost felt productive.
I say almost because like most of us…I expect more out of myself.
Today my list is as long as it was yesterday.
But included is that workout…I’m feeling a little stressed. When I’m stressed I cry. I know, super helpful.
This is such a stressful time of year and we have to remember to take care of ourselves and not expect too much. Definitely don’t look around and think…how are THEY getting it done? I should be able to do it, too!
Just do what you can do and that’s what your limit is.
Period. Just do it.
Make your list.
Chart your purchases.
Package your gifts.
The least stress the better.