Thursday, February 27, 2014

Call Me Crazy

There are some days that I feel like an outright lunatic. Most of my friends think I am. Sometimes my family thinks I am. Why would I ever choose to spend my weekdays and weekends in Stony Plain at the kwoon when I had a job that paid well, didn't require all my Saturdays and evenings and let me see my husband for more than an hour at night? Why don't I get another day job, one that will pay for my car and bills?

I've chosen not to because it wouldn't allow me to be at the kwoon as much as I am now. Because I believe all those silly sayings on Pintrest and Facebook about happiness being more important than money, being honest is more important than being successful, a happy home is more than pretty things and fancy cars. I've heard people say these things, but never live by them. People who chase careers not because it's their passion but because it's a good paycheque.

I want to live by what I believe. I may not see Nick as much but when I do it's more fulfilling. We used to sit and vent about what happened earlier in the day, who did what and the stress of it all. That was our life- stress, worry and repeat. Why would anyone want to live like that?

I'll admit, I'm not as financially secure. But I'm alive. I'm happy. I see my family more. I enjoy life more. And I hope I'm more useful to those around me. If I have to sell my car, so be it. I'll gladly give it up. I recognize that not everyone can make this decision. I'm lucky enough to have that option so I'm not going to waste it.

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