When I was a little girl, my "Dream Life" consisted of a lot of things my Barbies had in theirs: A rad convertible, a big dream house, a pool (floats included!), a camper (with very Southwest decor), an overflowing five-gallon plastic tub filled with outfits for every occasion (well, you know, in my mind I had a closet... Barbie and I prefer different methods of organization), and more than 100 pairs of the same style of shoe, in merely different colors.
That was the dream I was working on back then.
Then, as I got older, I realized a pool would be an added expense and a camper with today's gasoline prices would just be a money pit. (Not to mention the fact Barbie was obviously unaware of the fact her carbon footprint was not literally the size of her one-inch foot...)
I'd be lying if I said I didn't occasionally weep with jealousy that I do not dress like Barbie on even her worst of days, yet alone a J.Crew model -- you guys, I don't even buy anything full-priced from Old Navy or Gap. Old Navy you guys. (Because we all know that those $24.99 pants will eventually be marked down to $4.99. They always are.)
However, as I sit here, surrounded by books and my cheap striped tee-shirts and jeans I've managed to collect (and hold onto for years at a time...) I am happy with what I have. Thankful even.
Today, when I think of my "Dream Life", it's much simpler than it was years ago:
A kitchen, to prepare and eat food with the people I love.A bedroom, where I can sleep and watch marathons of my favorite shows in the arms of my Love.
A living room, where we can entertain our loved ones with rousing games of charades and the like.
A bathroom, where I can use (and be perfectly content with) my cheap, wonderful shampoo -- that you will never find in a fancy blogger's round-up.
A closet, to store my obnoxious supply of striped shirts and jeans from years ago.Yes, this is now the simple dream I am working on.
"We were growing up. It was one of those moments when you could practically feel the adult pushing out, \pushing forward into the world.
Perspective suddenly existed where it hadn’t existed before. This was just the beginning of our lives—our lives, things that we were responsible for,
things that we could control. It seemed all at once too big and too simple an idea."-Hannah Pittard, The Fates Will Find Their Way