Madly in Love Monday

I am madly in love with my Engineer this Monday because he has the wonderful ability to see straight to the heart of an issue.

I was on the phone with one of my dearest friends from England (Mrs. Pads) the other day.  We hadn't spoken in a while and there was so much catching up to do.  She told me of her busy life, the things my former singing partner was getting up to, and another of our girlfriend's climb up the corporate ladder.  In fact, they were all meeting up for drinks that night.  :(  I wished I could have been there...

Although we had a great conversation and I hungered to hear more about what was happening in the lives of our friends there, it was inevitable that she ask, "What have you been doing?"

Ummmmm.....

I told her about leading a Frugal Living class the other day, and that I had a batch of pickles on the go, our garden was looking pretty good, oh, and we are planning to have all debt paid off by the end of the summer....hmmmm....

Corporate ladder, performing, & important community stuff vs. knitting, budgeting, and estate sale-ing

Do you see where I'm going with this?  I could just hear my precious friends tutting around a table that evening saying how sad it was that their vibrant friend had become a dowdy haus frau.

After I got off the phone with her I felt like I was on the carousel of feel bad - and not because of her, because of me.
Because of what I thought she would think of me.
I went round and round with myself about how boring my life was then revolved around to "I asked for no stress and there is no stress" so now I felt bad for feeling bad.  Sheesh!

Engineer came home to find me amidst my inner turmoil.  What a fun way to start off date night huh?

I explained my strange tornado of weird feelings something like:  "Pickles...Boring...Not performing...Blah...Not interesting...A lot of women wish they had this kind of flexibility...Do nothing exciting...Need more coffee...No stress...Too much stress...You gave me the life I asked for, how can I have any stress?...Hand me a cookie...I loved my life before...You are wonderful so how can I ever complain about my life?...I'm sorry for complaining ever...My life is dull...I need applause...and a new purse..."

Engineer being the great pillar of stability, sanity, and strength in my life answered back with such classics as:  "The grass is always greener...Why are you worried about what other people think?...A job gives folks an identity.  Do you need to get a paying job to find your identity?..."  Heavens to Betsy!

Here's where Engineer's cut-to-the-heart-of-the-matterness really comes into play (he already had my attention with the job comment.)  He asked if I thought my life was really that boring. 

Mrmblemlbmenlenm....(that's me mumbling something incomprehensible.) 

Engineer simply said, "If you like what you do and the life you live, what difference does it make if it sounds boring to someone else?"

Indeed.

Thank you EM for affording me the life I requested and have become accustomed to...and for not making me get a real job.  ;)

1-4-3 EM!

This is part of Heavenly Homemakers GratiTuesday.