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July 2, 2013: The Bachelor Pad
Home is where you put your dog dish...
Garrett sold his house yesterday. Not finding the perfect
replacement, he has temporarily moved into an apartment. And he likes it. A
With every trip to Goodwill, box thrown away, and downsizing
exercise; Garrett has let out a sigh of relief. Simplification. As with most
values in life, Garrett and I are on this same page with this one as well. Less
As we happily emptied boxes and put final touches on his apartment this weekend (I have coined it his bachelor pad), we reflected on the last time either of us
inhabited an apartment. Our prior "wants" in these youthful days was for more, bigger, better.
While living in our apartments, post-college, we dreamed of a big house. Then we dreamed of a new car and an even bigger house. Passing success markers meant affording better material possessions, for our kids
and for ourselves. Our kids’ toy rooms were full and their lives full of select teams and private lessons. All as we sat
back smiling at our accomplishments. Signs of success, right? Wrong. We had it
Many of our kids’ toys were given away before
adequate play; too many to choose from. Memories aren't built on plastic.
Boxes of clothes and collectibles have been carted in mass to Goodwill from both our
homes. The yearn for less and our regret in previously believing otherwise are
Garrett's new apartment is cozy. It will serve as a nice transition into his yet-to-be-found home. What he does know about his next house is that it will be smaller than the last and maintenance will be almost nonexistent. High on the requirements list are a comfortable neighborhood to walk the dog and close proximity to the foothills for a good bike ride. We laugh
at our dramatic change in mindset from our house-hunting years of past.
Our quest for big now revolves around big ideas on how we should
live our lives and use our hearts. These big items don’t come with a price tag
or a need for a reserved space in the house.
I never thought I would turn into a minimalist, but I am…we
are…and it feels good. A sign of age? Probably. Mid-life crisis? Maybe.
Although we may never be able to completely pinpoint the cause, the resulting
feeling of freedom is exhilarating. Freedom from material wants provides an
open easel to the world. Let the fun begin….
A picture is worth a thousand words. But let's start with six...
"And they lived happily ever after..."
I bought this little sign more than seven years ago. It caught my eye at Target while shopping for milk and kitty litter on a weekday school night. The boys were in varying grades in school and I was single-handedly running my daily household.
Recently divorced, I was also dating a man from Denver. Garrett. Our relationship felt like forever, but the 550 miles between our homes was a stark reminder that our long-distance relationship was more like a fairytale than reality. We were reminded of this frequently by the people who knew us best.
"Guard your heart. Long distance relationships rarely work out."
"You are both good people, so be realistic in where this is going."
But the funny thing about love is that no matter how practical-minded or mature your mindset, your heart guides you to places that are scary to others, but quite comfortable for you…
Time flies when you're having fun.
And when you're a little busy.
This morning Garrett asked me when I last wrote a blog.
"It's been a while" was my answer. Upon further review, it's almost been over a month.
I've had no reason for the delay, other than the combination of being busy and knowing the content of which I wanted to write warranted more time and thought than my more typical whimsical stories told. Although I have had an arsenal of stories that I have wanted to write about over the last month, I knew that this one needed to top my list.
A common question asked of me is in regards to my work life is "Sandy, what exactly are you doing these days?"
This is a valid question since I have been very open in sharing my work journey over the years through my blog. And I've had a career that has gone from very conventional to unconventional. It's much easier to say "I work for XYZ Company and my job title is Chief Do-Something-Spec…
I vividly remember being asked as a child to describe what I hoped to have accomplished by age fifty. This thought was inconceivable to my young mind.
"Fifty? That's ancient!" or something close to that was my roadblock to answering this question. So I answered with the stereotypical; married with children and grandchildren, living in a comfy home and....knitting by the fire??
But here I am almost to this milestone. The big one. So what are my thoughts now with my more mature forty-nine-year-old mind?
"I made it!!!!! YES!"
Yep, I'm thrilled. I can truly say that I have never dreaded a birthday or wished to be young again. Every wrinkle is earned and with every new ache, a reminder to enjoy the good health I have today. Reversal is not an option.
A wise person once told me that getting older was much better than the alternative. I have always held this thought close to heart. Every day really is a blessing.
This birthday will be celebrated taking in the bea…