So, this being on vacation thing has made me actually think about my life. Usually I can just speed on ahead and DO instead of think and plan, and I don't know if I like thinking.
I've realized I don't like how I have to do things in order (get a degree, get a job, get a husband, get a house, have kids). Or why do I have to do any of those at all? And why do I keep buying stuff that I don't need if I'm only going to throw it out or throw it in a closet to collect dust or let it sit in my fridge and build mold? And why do I let credit card companies and paying bills rule my time off?
Why can't my house always be this clean and invititng?
Why don't I wake up every morning and stretch?
Why don't I read more books, practice guitar, and play my clarinet for fun?
Why does my relationship with my family seem strained?
When is the last time I felt content and happy and it didn't involve alcohol?
When is the last time I felt satisfied with my relationship?
Why do I run upstairs and hide in my bedroom when the Jehovas knock on my door? I'm pretty sure last time I talked to them they were nice ladies.
I know this is the internet and you might be a stranger who doesn't know me and that it is unwise to put up personal information about myself, but aren't we all asking ourselves these questions? And if not, either you must be in a huge state of denial or found the golden ticket to the Chocolate Factory.
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