I have been struggling here lately with how I measure happiness. I look around through the eyes of the world and very quickly see everything that’s lacking.
I want the spacious, immaculate house with eye-catching colors and designs, gorgeous furniture, built-ins, and perfectly organized closets.
I want yummy, healthy meals that effortlessly appear on the table at dinner time.
I want orderly days without chaos, when everything falls neatly into place and my check-list is completed without fail.
I want always obedient children who are never mischievous, difficult, or defiant.
The world says I need less cellulite, cuter outfits, and more accessories.
The world says my hubby deserves a newer car, a handsome wardrobe, and a neatly landscaped yard.