I'm feel tired today. And melancholy. It's cloudy out. Gray. This is a tough time of year. Everything is muted. Brown. Dull. I crave green, abundance and growth. I want a farm. This one would do.
Today we went for a drive. I found a property or two. Only one thing is stopping me; a lack of financial wherewithal. Little says it's easy to come up with the money. Just save. She volunteered her $170.00. The Boy anted up $500.00.
Between the three of us (Little, myself and the Boy) we have $671.00. Only $93, 329.00 to go. Just save.
If only we had sold our house at its peak. If only it were worth more now. If only my education hadn't cost so much. If only we'd spent less and saved more. If only.
And really I have no right to complain. It's not like I have a bad life. In fact it's rather good. Who am I to shirk what I already have? The blessings I've been given.
But I can't help it. I continue to dream. Continue to hope for the life I will have someday. Someday.
xo.
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I don't think that making wishes for someday means that you are complaining about today. Once you stop wishing and dreaming for the future life loses a bit of its meaning. We should always be wishing and hoping and dreaming and planning, because we're never really all grown up. I know 80 year olds who talk about what they want to do with their lives when they grow up. :)
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If it is something you really want it will happen and when you least expect it. I speak from experience! Keep dreaming for your someday reality.
I have a feeling I'll be one of those 80-year-olds! It is good to have a dream.
Oh I hope! *fingers crossed*
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