School was out for the second time that week, and we all slept in while Paul slipped out of bed at 5:30 a.m.
I live a comfortable life; I can’t deny it. The contrasting discomfort from life six weeks, six months or a year ago reminds me daily.
I measure progress in my life by looking back at visual snapshots in my mind of me in a certain place and my attitude or circumstance at the time. Then, I make a mental comparison with my attitude and circumstances at present. Have they improved?
This may be the most helpful assessment trick my imagination ever created or it may be causing me great psychological harm. I haven’t decided.
Regardless, my present snapshots agree with my husband’s Facebook share. He provides us with a good life.
I won’t go into detail of my comforts. We all measure life differently, and danger comes in comparing my comfort with yours or vice versa. That’s how to bring about great dissatisfaction.
But, let’s just say that my life isn’t a whole lot more or less comfortable than it was six years ago, (minus the years in the middle called recession). I was always striving—an important tool for progression—but I never reached a landing place. I was not satisfied.
What’s happened since? Again, those middle years called recession blocked our progress, which brought worry, premature aging, and an important addition—a whole lot of gratitude for the life I used to lead.
We shouldn’t have to lose everything to regain perspective. But often we do.
So, now, I cherish the chance to write from home, rather than punch a time clock. I appreciate the flexibility in my day to stop and have more of those enriching conversations. I honor my husband’s work without envying his development.
Most of all, though, I’m motivated to not just enjoy this comfortable life but to get out of my comfort zone and share it.