Guys, I had the weirdest moment the other day.
I was scrolling through my news feed and came across a motivational pic - you know the kind, big scenery, papyrus font - asking this question: if you could do or be anything in the world (and money is no object) what would that be? Make it happen.
And normally I don't even read motivational bits but I laid back on the couch and stared up at bare branches against a white sky to think about this one.
And my mind went blank.
I couldn't think of a single thing I'd rather do.
I shook my head and thought harder, because surely there's got to be something? (Contentment isn't usually my preset.)
I love to write. I love to read. I love the beach. I love warm weather. But would I prefer to be sitting on a beach, reading, writing, with no Patrick? No hilarious, frustrating goons pulling me out of my innate laziness? No morning sickness and no meals to cook and nobody singing adorably to themselves, lost in play?
I really wouldn't.
I found myself grinning up at the naked tree in the cold sky.
This life is my favourite.
I mean, would I love to be slim and have better skin and be living this crazy life on a gorgeous island with a beautiful self-cleaning house and all my extended family and friends nearby? Yes! But would I give this up to pursue something else? Not in a million years.
This is my answer, motivational pic: I love my circus. And I'm deep-in-my-bones grateful that I get to live it every day.