This morning I woke up with the weight of the world on my shoulders. I lay in bed worrying.
Money isn’t exactly growing on trees at the moment and yet here we are at the very start of the holiday season.
Seven weeks with two little kids to entertain is not going to come cheap. Meanwhile at work, things are tight too, and work is never guaranteed.
So I fretted.
I worried about how we were ever going to save enough money to do all the repair work in the house, or the extension that we so badly could do with.
Essentially, I was trying to do early morning maths, and it wasn’t going well.
Suddenly, there was noise.
My two young kids came running in, bounced onto the bed and into my face. Both the boys are healthy and, as far as I can tell, happy.
My wife rolled over and leant in to join the mass cuddle.
The stress, the fears, the ‘everything’, melted away.
How dare I worry about money, when I have this?
The extension can wait.
3 comments:
Dude, I feel the sameway and have arguments with my wife over my desire to downsize. I am so ready to sale the 2000 square foot house we "own" and move into something smaller. We have three damn television, three computers, and more kitchen counter gizmos taking up space and gathering dust than I can count.
I was raised in a much smaller house that for a long time had one television. As for kitchen gizmos a mixer and can opener was it and for the most part we did great. I'd keep all three computers though, the kids do their homework on them.
Good for you, loving and fun is free and freeing eh?
Now THIS is having the right kind of perspective about life. Enjoy it while you've got it.
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