See this? It's where I live. And I'm changing it.I've been saying that it is my house. It's now my home.
Silly semantics. But they are so very very important, I've decided.
I've found myself in a slow and steady slide- and I'm stopping it now. Most ridiculously, I have begun to view all of the things I GET to do as things that I HAVE to do. Crazy!
I GET to help build and maintain my family's home.
I GET to make my children's lunches.
I GET to remove the trash and unwanted from our home.
I GET to fight with Quirky about how his letters should be written during homework.
I GET to preserve memories that are important to me.
I SHOULD savor this.
