Do you ever feel like you’re waiting for your life to begin? Waiting for something to change so that you can start living? Maybe it’s human nature, never to be completely content. Always striving for something more, something better. And maybe it’s different things for different people, some people strive for wealth, some strive for fame, some for more family time, some for the basics. Whatever it is, are we all striving? or is it just me?
Recently, a friend of mine wrote an article about ‘Upping Sticks’, moving from the big smoke to the country for a better quality of life. She talked about having more time, not just an extra hour here and there, “a third place, another life” that didn’t exist while battling the rat race, that place had been reserved for the commute.
I read the article and was totally and completely envious. I was jealous when I read that for the first time in years they made it to the end of the month without taking a huge big chunk out of the overdraft or running the credit card up to the max. Working to make ends meet isn’t something that happens in my house. It’s more like working to make ends as close to each other as possible. Sometimes, the ends can sense each other… so close… almost there, but more often than not it’s, yet so far away.
I am happy of course, but not always content. When I met my husband, I had that sense of contentment. We bought a house and shared it with my beautiful daughter, ahhh lovely, oh soooo content. Then we added some little ones to the mix and the house seemed to shrink, my big daughter left for college in the country. And I was sure I would follow shortly…
So why haven’t I made this happen? There always seems to be a barrier. Maybe I’m the barrier, maybe I can’t really imagine it and therefore can’t make it happen… or more likely I’m spending too much time imagining and not enough doing!!
And now while recession has reared it’s ugly head and left me with a house I can’t afford to sell or even rent. I do what I do best. I give myself a different project in my quest to improve my life. Kitchen revamp it is. How about some storage to hide away the clutter than has me so demented in my blog ‘Home is where the clutter is’?
What is it they say? A cluttered house is the sign of a cluttered mind. No word of a lie there. So watch this space, will my uncluttered kitchen give me a sense of contentment or will my uncluttered mind allow me to make the changes I seem to long for?
Does life being at…. 37?