I have lived in Japan (twice! For three months each time!). I have run a marathon, in Hawaii. As a teenage, my whole family and I backpacked for four day in the Appalachian Mountains in Maine. But because I haven't done the traditional things, like visit Europe, gone on a cruise or been somewhere "crazy" like Thailand, I feel as though I haven't lived. Now, I completely admit that I am being ridiculous, but the pressure to live life to its max can really suck the joy out of the little moments. Instead of being thankful when I get to spend a quiet day with my husband, I worry that we should be out doing something athletic (It's okay, you can laugh at that thought, I did.) or volunteering or reading in the park (It's March, in Chicago, but because I don't need a hat today I feel that I SHOULD be outside enjoying the weather, when in fact I love being inside on days like today.).
All this pressure to be perfect makes being perfect impossible. I am not rich, nor am I stupid enough to travel on credit. I want kids more than I want Europe. So guess what? I can be happy in these moments or I can make everyone around me miserable. I think I will be happy, because I've tried the misery route and my husband didn't care for it. ;)
On that note:
Today I am thankful...
...for almost the whole day to myself.
...for the energy to clean my apartment.
..for the sunny day inspiring me to get stuff done.
..for the guys night that my husband planned tonight
(forcing me to clean the house).
..for the little moments I get to crochet today.
...for brightly colored yarn.
...for the crazy, weird smelling, Chinese supermarket down the street
that had the mesh strainers that I was looking for.
...for helpful people in stores.
..for tilted floors that keep water from ruining my computer.
and last, but not least.
...for my husband who works hard every weekend,
in addition to the full time job of starting our business,
so that we can someday afford for me to quit my job.
Happy Saturday!
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