Who Am I?

I've been a little depressed lately. Who am I? Why do I spend all my free time cooking? Am I turning into a mindless domesticated woman? What is it that I actually like to do?

I had a conversation this morning at church with a friend about this subject as well. I mean, work takes up most of my time, but then I just come home and... do nothing! So what's wrong with me? It doesn't help that my sweet husband is ALWAYS studying. He certainly knows what he wants to do with his free time.

Jake and I were talking about this on the way home from church today and it was clear that he didn't quite understand. He said that I am a strong woman with a great career. I enable him to do all the things that he does. I enjoy eating yummy foods and find satisfaction in that... so what exactly was I being so hard on myself about?

I kinda think he's right. Sometimes I choose to be unhappy because I think that things aren't the way they *ought* to be, or weren't the way I expected them to be. But that doesn't make them... not wonderful. Sometimes you just have to take some time and enjoy life.

So today, I choose to be extremely content, because I have fresh flowers on my table, and delicious homemade-from-scratch ice cream. I choose to happily crawl under a giant quilt with some apple cider and a very silly book. Today, I choose to be content with who I am. And not worry so much about defining it.

The Main Difference

Last night, I was at a little get together with some married friends. Two of us had kids. Two of us did not. We were all sitting around chatting and it fell into the "Oh, is Junior sleeping through the night now?" "Well, little JoJo is a good eater, but a terrible sleeper." At which point, us two non-moms chimed in with "Well, little Fido is really a troublemaker."

I was thinking about how terrible it is to compare someone's children to your pets... and I had a revelation in the main difference between pets and kids.

Sure, Fluffy probably won't cry all night, and Fluffy won't grow up and start to hate you, and Fluffy doesn't need a college fund... but when it comes right down to it: We want our pets to be stupid, but we want our kids to be smart.

I feel like this explains a lot. Feel free to subscribe to this blog for other such brilliant words of wisdom! :p