It’s fun to have something on the horizon to look forward to. Elsewise, the ennui of too much muchness is suffocating.
Lately, I have adopted a better attitude regarding unrelenting work. The point of the endeavor is to help my husband, who isn’t exactly living the dream, have a less stressful life, which will maybe last longer than it would if I continued to be resistant. In an effort to create more comfort, in the hours we share after work, before succumbing to exhaustion, I unilaterally decided to replace the old, uncomfortable couch (I won’t mention who chose that couch)
with a new sofa that has three cushions, superior construction, and an unlimited warranty on everything but the upholstery fabric. I paid for it myself. It is a gift of comfort because, as we all know, it is unlikely that I will spend any time on it.
Another benefit of the new sofa is the resultant harmony from
pawning the old one off giving the old one to the descendants for their apartment. I feel good because the couch has been recycled and the “boys” are happy.
Yesterday, with work piled up to my ears, I daydreamed about the advent of the sofa, thinking my life would be made easier with its arrival. It’s a continuing daily thought sequence- incorporating guests, holidays, haircuts, dental visits, even making the bed. I habitually imagine an upcoming event will add the magic of perfection to my life.
Objectivity struck. Eureka! I’m living a happy little life. It’s perfect for me.