Life is good if you are on a farm.
IF, however, you just moved in with your husband and you are a farmgirl in the burbs where everyone has a cellphone, an agenda and would give Speedracer a run for their money......
It's still good, just an adjustment, if I might call it that.
Living with my husband after four years apart is at once wonderful and frustrating, joyful and aggravating, loving and I want to pound a roll of insulation with a big stick.....whoa, whoa, sorry folks.
I think we tend to look for a shining bullet to make us happy. What I'm learning is that I am happy if I want to be. I definitely have more cause to be since I'm living with my husband and when we laugh together and are able to diffuse a tense situation because of laughter, I am happier than I've ever been.
But that old life sometimes creeps up and whispers in my ear "you are meant for grander things!", "you shouldn't be the ONLY one doing the dishes!".
Yet the grandness of every day depends on what we believe to be grand doesn't it? If I think it is grand to wake up, make the coffee, breakfast and clean up the dishes; then it is. And why wouldn't I want to be a part of such grandness?
To take care of is to clean;
To clean is to be satisfied;
To be satisfied is to be joyful;
To be joyful is to love.........
THAT is pure farmgirl and that is pure me.