so… when my kids were little, they would have this pouty disappointed face I always thought of as their “boo boo face.” Looking as though they’re sad from a real injury when in fact it’s nothing more than dealing with consequences. Well today I’ve got my boo boo face on. Sat down to do the budget and I gotta tell you… reality bites.
Regardless, this pollyana refuses to be subdued and is STILL planning to go to Italy next year! Somehow we are going to make this work. 25 years deserves to be rewarded — even if I have to fly overseas coach (shudder). It’s funny that I’m much more concerned about being cramped on the flight (thus risking being a pretzel from the arthritis) than I am about hotels or food. I guess I figure if it’s got clean sheets the hotel room works and we are certainly good at grocery store dining when need be. If it means the difference between going and not going absolutely I’m going to suck up the coach seats and be grateful for them. I just don’t want to give up the dream. I feel as though if I let that go, then I’m done. I’m prepared to give up on a lot of things. I’m not there.
I am so blessed. I can read. I have a job. I have a house. I have an air conditioner and a tv. I have a computer (albeit it’s my work computer at present as the others all need to go in the shop!). I have family and friends and most importantly I have my God to lean on. I just want more… and I plan to get it. So off to drag my boo boo face back to the bedroom to paint. It requires effort not dollars and will make me happy – so let’s have at it.