Running Late

We’ve become such a society where we over-pack our schedules and we’re busy busy busy all the time. We sleep less hours than we used to, we eat our meals faster, and most of us would love to work less hours so that we can get on to the rest of our plans for the evening. J I witnessed something completely ridiculous this morning as I was pulling out of my driveway to go to work; there were three different people running to catch the bus at the end of the block. Perhaps they all slept late? Maybe they’re squeezing in a little jog for exercise on the way to work? I just found it so amusing. My pattern is to plan too many fun activities in the evenings and weekends to the point that I often have to rush to move from one to the next. Things get piled on top of each other, and that pesky matter of transportation between events just gets in the way! I consider myself a very punctual person, so I don’t like to be late for anything. It’s especially challenging during the summer when we have such a limited amount of good, warm, sunny days to cram in all the fun before winter comes crashing in again. I’m still waiting for someone to find a way to invent that one extra day each week that we’re all craving. Then we’d have oodles of free time and we could slow down the pace, right?

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A Peek at How the Other Half Lives

In Michigan last weekend, we tagged along with two good friends to three different parties at their friends’ homes. We were in awe of the large, gorgeous SUMMER homes of these folks, the many expensive cars parked in the driveways, and the guests’ variety of clothing and jewelry with brand names such as Cartier, Prada, and Dolce & Gabbana. And although there were a few pretentious ones in the bunch, I was pleased to meet quite a few nice, down-to-earth people. In addition, the hosts of each party were all very kind and generous. Granted, we were only seeing everyone in “party mode” and were not getting a feel for their daily life or work personas or anything beyond just casual conversations. I’m sure there were some catty conversations during and after each party criticizing various guests who weren’t wearing the right clothing or driving the right car. I might add that we saw evidence of a fair amount of hair-dying, botox, and plastic surgery amongst the guests – I’m not judging; just observing. I suppose some of the individuals work grueling hours every week or are in debt up to their eyeballs, and I can’t help wondering if they’re genuinely happy with all of their wealth and baubles. Our society tends to strive for a very comfortable lifestyle, always reaching for more money, status, recognition, and power. And regardless of one’s lot in life, often we just keep wanting more. How many people do you suppose would honestly say that they are satisfied with how much they have and are happy with where they are in life at exactly this moment? I’m sure glad that I find contentment driving a Honda Civic, wearing sunglasses purchased from Target, being at a job where I rarely have to work more than 40 hours per week, and growing vegetables in my little garden. Sure, it would be great to have piles and piles of money, but that doesn’t make life carefree and easy.