Monday, June 11, 2012

Monday Musings

Ok. It's happened. My family is in Spain. And they are Kullecting. And it is gorgeous. And I am depressed. It looks beyond dreamy. Beyond the beyond. My brother's girlfriend took this photo. Yes, that is actually the house they rented.  No, I am not kidding.

This weekend gave me all sorts of insecurities. First, I came across a New York Times article about someone J. and I knew in college. Yes, her company is big and successful enough that the New York Times is writing about her (and I don't even think this is the first time!). Then we went out to dinner with someone who offhandedly mentioned that it would be impossible to live in New York City for under a million a year. Um, excuse me, what? Then, the Spain pics started showing up. And I started melting down. Like, what am I doing with my life?! I came off a high from last week in which I literally felt like a rockstar with all the compliments I was getting from people related to my work. I was on cloud nine, prancing around with my maxi dress, shades, and movie star hair (that was a direct quotation from a co-worker--how can you have a bad week when you have movie star hair?), and then I read the damn paper. My work is meaningful, but it sure isn't lucrative. And that is something I am okay with most of the time. Most being the operative work. I was being pissy all morning despite the fact that it was actually sunny, and we had a very successful trip to the farmers market and bought lots of delicious greens. But, was that to be my only consolation on this maudlin Sunday? Bok choy and swiss chard?

I was moping, silently, on the couch under the guise of "working on my computer," when Jeff said, "This is stupid. It's a beautiful day, and we're going to the beach." So we did.

It ain't Spain, but it isn't too bad. And, frankly, neither is my life. Pity party is officially over. I'm sure they'll be another soon if you missed this one.

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