Day 322: Eleven.TwentyThree.13

I spent the evening at an engagement party for a dear friend. It was hosted by another one of her dear friends, who happens to live in an incredibly large and beautiful home. It also happens to be waaaaay out in no mans land. OK, to be fair, it’s actually not that far. In fact, it’s a large suburb of DC with many, many inhabitants. It just seemed so far from my world, I suppose is perhaps a more accurate description.

I was envious of the space and trees and nice things.

The further embedded into city living I become, the less I can see myself EVER having this kind of life. It’s a personal choice, to be sure. And I wouldn’t have it any other way… I’ve lived in the burbs. I wanted to scratch my eyes out most days when I thought about commuting into the city, sitting at home on my couch one more night because there was nothing of cultural or artistic value anywhere nearby, being far removed from friends and family and restaurants of any quality and… [insert any and all other city-living perks here].

I looked around and thought maybe I was being crazy for wanting to live this artistic life, which can so often come with so many financial sacrifices. LOOK at all of this, I thought. I do like pretty things, after all.

And then, that moment passed right on by as I remembered back to a time when material things and the life I thought I was supposed to live were my life… And it made me more miserable than I care to have to recall for too long.

It really was a fabulous reminder of how important it is to stop fighting against who we are meant to be and just BE.

But of course, it doesn’t hurt to have fabulous friends who have fabulous houses in which to attend fabulous parties.

Here’s to another day of creativity…


Leave a Reply

Fill in your details below or click an icon to log in: Logo

You are commenting using your account. Log Out /  Change )

Facebook photo

You are commenting using your Facebook account. Log Out /  Change )

Connecting to %s