“The minute you settle for less than you deserve, you get even less than you settled for.” – Maureen Dowd, the toast of the Times
Wow. I didn’t want to share my home with anyone, but I took the boyfriend in rather than let him sleep in his truck. I didn’t want to put a cot in my den for his mother, but I adapted until we could get her state assistance for assisted living. I didn’t want to take in his youngest daughter when she fought with her husband, but I tried to be gracious and pushed her out as soon as I could. I didn’t want to put up with cheating and lying, but rationalized it … really well. I didn’t want to lose access to my living room, so I got rid of my preferred waterbed only to be told that its replacement wasn’t comfortable to sleep on either. I didn’t want to lose parking and storage in my garage, but agreed his share of rent obligated me to concede some space. This has been going on since 2007.
So is it any wonder that I feel “stuck and stagnant?” I may have my goal mantra: focused and free
(After the marriage, I moved from “old and tired” to “young and happy.”)