I've been thinking a lot about where we're going. How we're getting there.
It seems we all want to ride in the Lamborghini of life when in reality, we need to take the bus.
Success is hard work. It's sweat, tears and telemarketing. It's ramen and beanie weenie. It's hand me downs and dumpster diving.
But eventually, it turns into more. More money, more commitment, more expectation. More stuff, more promises, more than we expected.
I want to lay in the soft grass and not worry about the man. I want to sigh happily while sipping my sweet iced tea. I want to ramble along barefoot after my children while I watch them grow into beauty.
That's hard to do from a Lamborghini. Sometimes even harder from a bus. But I'll stretch my neck out as far as it will let me to watch those boys. And I'll smile no matter how fast we're going.