But still, just dreaming.
Our house is fine. It's more than fine. It's 90% great.
But I'll own this, I am a girl who likes change. At least in some areas of my life. Career? Bring it. Wardrobe? Always. Hair color? Easy. Decor? Sure. Family and friends...not so much there. Constancy is good.
But I am a consummate American, for better or worse, I guess. I am a victim of "what's next?" Responsible what's next, but what's next all the same.
And so then I found it. Our perfect dream house. Our forever house. Everything we wanted. The 10 percent and then another 10 percent beyond that.
Problem.
We would just need an extra $100,000.
That isn't a stretch. It's an impossibility. But I don't do well with impossibility. Change sure. Impossibles, hmmm, not so much.
Problem is that while my couches may be filled with Cheerios, they don't seem to be filled with much more than that. An occasional penny, yes. But thousands of dollars, not so much.
And so this has been a weekend where I have reminded myself that it's okay to just be. To inhale what I do have rather than focusing on what I don't. To celebrate the 90 percent and try to ignore the other 10 percent. To just revel in being in content.
Of course, that's not to say I'm not still searching the couch cushions.
