Someday we'll furnish our house with things we like. As soon as I have a bit of free time, we'll take the kids to Europe. Maybe I'll write a book in a few years. At some point later on in my life timeline I'll be ready to finally _________.
What is this mentality? Is it an American thing to live as if right now is just a temporary bridge to what's (bound to be better?) around the corner, or is it a human mistake to assume that we will arrive at some undefined checkpoint that changes everything? I've been living towards something for so long, I've forgotten that I already got to lots of "theres" I set out to reach, and yet I keep going. Slow down, maybe. Savor this. Life is good right now and everyone is healthy, happy, and relatively young. Why am I trying to rush through all the levels of my life like it's some new iPhone game?
I can't seem to adequately express what I mean. Rusty brain.
Later is risky. Now is where I should live. It's time to get furniture we like for this house and fix the fence on the side walkway and plant some pretty flowers in the back yard that I see every day. I'm not leasing this house for a semester. We own it. I live here.
I need to actually live here.
