That's something I find myself thinking often, "We're going to need a bigger boat." I DID NOT like that movie, but it gave me one of the best lines of my life. It applies equally to things, cubic space, strength, available time... Pretty much anything you can imagine, I need a larger vessel to contain as much of it as possible... Except potty training. I could live a content life without another day of potty training.
Proper use of toilet paper aside, I admit freely that I am a consumer. I love to have things. I love to surround myself with good, smart, loving people. I love to make lists of ideas and projects. I love a fridge full of blueberries and a pantry shelf of Pop Tarts....*sip* Coffee mugs! I love to have as many appropriate artsy items as my cabinet will hold. I love creating lists of videos on YouTube. I love building the Island of Sodor with Zee Boy -- it's never the same island twice. And yet...
And yet, even with so many blessings -- so much stuff, so much freedom of space and thought -- I always want "just a little bit more."
There are never enough specialized pieces of track, bridges, high rises, just-one-more-freaking-curve track for the island.
There are never enough teeny tiny friggin Lego pieces to walk on in the middle of the night.
There's always a need for a shade of ink/paint/glitter/mist/marker (Oh, the Tim Holtz markers that make me choke on a price tag!).
There's always a thought that a project needs this fabulous stamped image residing in my mind, or another stencil for the bacground, or another Cricut cartridge (where I again choke on the price tag).
There's always a need for that perfect "boy" paper -- and I'm grateful I use up what I have on hand in the process of pining for more, but....
Cups of coffee end too soon. I'm thinking of hooking up a restauraunt caraffe in my bedroom -- with a timer to start brewing at 5 AM.
Summer's great for playing outside, but bed time rears up all too fast.
Book shelves are meant to be filled! Zee Boy has learned (because I've told him) that I will always allow him to pick at least one book if we swing by Barnes & Noble; but I'll hold off on trains and Legos and Power Rangers Samurai Megazords till the cows come home.
You probably got the idea half a mile ago, when I started this post. There's always room, in my heart and imagination for MORE. It's a beautiful and frustrating concept to accept. I think it's on my mind a lot right now simply because I'm actively trying to NOT consume. It's a lot like trying to NOT think of the elephant in the room; but it's there all the same.
The paper is still pretty and sooooooo many different patterns and means to use it.... I have plenty on hand.
The paints and stencils are increasingly on my radar... but not necessary for daily survival.
And stamps! I don't even stamp, but I "think" I need to amass a baker's dozen right now.
Pop Tarts are carbo goodness, but not actually food. I don't know what they are, but my body recognizes them less and less as "edible" anyway.
Etsy has some amazing rings and bobbles, but it's a chore to don my wedding ring each day.
There are enough Legos under foot.
There is enough train track.
Zee boy has enough socks.... and underwear... for three weeks at least.
We have our health.... Okay, we all woke up this morning and are able to function as humans were designed.
We have a strong roof over our heads.
Even with the cupboards resembling Old Mother Hubbard's ... we have more than other families. We are spare.
We are blessed to float in the boat we've been given.
Perhaps, I should spend a little more time being consumed with gratitude instead.