It was a huge relief for me when hubby retired. Well, of course it would be a bigger relief if I was retiring along with him, but I haven't even really started my career.
It was more of a kind of relief to know we can go now, get up and move from this place freely. I've never cared for the big city and all the less since finishing my degree. It is one thing to endure an environment while actively engaged in a more protected, sheltered environment. But, I live here fully now as a home owner and working class person. I've had my share and I'm ready to go back to the simple life.
No, that's not the 'simple life' in Paris Hilton's kind of way. I want the real simple life where the highlight of my day is catching an Andy Griffith episode on cable. Or, the highlight of my day is fetching the mail. I reckon the simple life I am chasing is one that allows enough time and freedom to do what matters: like parenting well, living well, loving intensely, praying fiercely, and acting courageously.
Life in the big city often feels like a monotonous treadmill that is always going too fast. I'm ready for a wrap-around front porch and some fresh air. I just have to wait at least six more months til I get there. In the meantime, operation achieve-motherhood is in full effect...
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