Growing up, I would get so frustrated on birthdays or Christmas when my parents would say “good kids” when asked about what they wanted. Because first of all, how can you get someone something they already have (*grin*) and second of all, that’s not exactly something I could go out to the store and buy.
Of course, now that I’m getting older and wiser, I understand a little better where they’re coming from. Now my parents are asking me what I want, and instead of giving them pages and pages of lists…I’m finding myself telling them I’ll get back to them. And then don’t.
There are of course things I want, but they’re not realistic. You know, those items we dream about one day having, like say…an Aston Martin or my summer home in Greece. But realistically speaking? Hmmm….
But really I think it’s also more about less tangible things too. As my life gets more hectic and there are deadlines (both real and self-imposed), bills, too many events and activities to make time for, it’s more about the intangible. Those few moments when you catch yourself…content. You know? Like on a cool spring weekend morning when the windows are open and you just wake up, nothing else on the mind, or sitting for a few minutes with the best cup of coffee you’ve had in awhile, or walking the streets with nowhere important to go either at home in DC or in a new city like Paris or New Orleans or Vilnius…
Yeah. More of those. That’s what I want.
