Sometimes I wonder if I expect too much.
I mean if I am sitting at home at night, especially on a weekend, I am most likely consumed with frustration because I'm not out doing something fun and exciting. I honestly have no cause to be bothered by that, I mean I have a ton of movies - I mean a TON - all of which I love...why don't I watch one of those? I have a stack of books that I want to read at least ten miles high, I should start reading one.
Alas, I am still not satisfied. I saw this video on Facebook and thought to myself:
"Self: he is so right! You have so much, and yet it is never enough. You need to get back to the simple pleasures in life."
So I was meditating on this tonight while watching my friends son, and some quality Finding Nemo, and I look over and he has removed the cushioned top off one of our storage ottomans and he is sitting inside it, laughing. Just laughing his head off, standing up, sitting down, standing up again, sitting down again. It was SO CUTE!
And I felt ashamed. If he could be so pleased with something so simple, do I really need so much to be happy too?
The answer is no.
Now I am not going to sell my belongings, give away my purses and shoes, and make my home in a hollow tree in the woods - that would be nuts...what, it is cold outside!
But I am going to be better.