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I have a struggle with myself.
I don't know if it's a common one. You see I struggle with my love of material goods vs. my ingrained sensibility. Example. I have a house. I love my house. It's cozy and perfect for two people* and their two dogs. I crave a big house to ramble in with nice granite counter tops and drawers on rollers. 2.5 bathrooms please. Enough space in our "master bedroom" for a sitting area. Right now we do have enough room -if you sit crosslegged on the floor pushed against the wall. Do I need this upgrade (did I mention the landscaping. Throw in the landscaping)? No. Maybe I am jealous of my friends who have what the 10 yr old in me screams "Everything!" [And que temper tantrum.] Good jobs, beautiful homes, great incomes, and all the bells and whistles. Maybe I need to let it roll off when people I know bring up their exotic vacations, renovations, new homes, hefty salaries** etc. (can you tell I had lunch today with a group at work that was mentioning a few of these very things?) I am me. Our life is cozy and sweet. I have worked hard to get where I am right now. My path has not been as charmed or horrific as some but it's been mine.
I want to believe every day I get closer to bridging that want and need in me. Right now it's even more under a spotlight. I have had to be the frugal one ordering the side salad and water - or the PB&J, you'd be suprised how many eating places offer it up as an option. I don't want to end up Bitter Girl. I want to be gently optomistic. Let me be glad for my friends who are doing well. Let me cheer their victories on.



*and various squatters as recently discussed.
**It always suprises me how much information people divulge