Do you ever think you are living the American Dream only to wake up and Realize:
Maybe Not?
When we moved last September. We hired United Moving Co. They sent a driver and he contracted a couple day laborers to load up and drive and then unload as well. This Driver and one of the laborers were a pretty sad sack of beans. They basically lived in the truck (yuck.) I estimated they were both still in their 20's. And they basically drank themselves into oblivion nightly. {Let's not think about how safe they were—still are? on the road.} We talked to them a lot while they unpacked our stuff and they were seriously intrigued by our Leave it to Beaver Mormon lifestyle. And yet they could not believe we don't drink alcohol. Not even a drop. (I mean since they practically worship Jack Daniels..seriously this was shocking to them.)
So which is it? Are they Livin' La Vida Rica? (as in happy joyful fulfilled?)
Or
Are we?
There was a point about 7 yrs ago.
Where we woke up one day (yes that sudden) and realized we didn't dream big enough? Huh?
- We both dreamed of college degrees: check.
- We both dreamed of leaving small town life and experiencing something bigger: check. (NYC big enough for ya?)
- We dreamed of having a few kids, buying a home and holding a steady job: check, check and yes check.
Now what?
Does it seem greedy to dream of more....?
Or not?
Next episode: "Why More Isn't Better."
And yes I know it's father's day today... Happy Happy and lots of plaid shirts and ties to all the loving dads out there! Go see the cards my kids made and know that we are happy in our celebration of father's day.. I just really needed to get this post started. I'll finish it next Sunday... See you there.
