Wednesday, April 7, 2010
What would it be like to be waited on hand and foot? To have all the food you can eat, whatever you want? To be able to get on a private jet and fly anywhere in the world whenever you want?
Sometimes, I really do wish that I could have that kind of life. Drive a fancy car. Not have children to cart around. Be free as a bird. Have so much money, I could do whatever I wanted, go wherever I wanted, eat whatever I wanted.
I bet a lot of people don't even think about that...eating whatever they want. But I have to watch my grocery budget carefully. Sometimes I want chocolate-covered strawberries, but the strawberries are too expensive and so are the chocolate chips, so I have to use self-control and remind myself that I don't need that small indulgence. Sometimes, I want to go out to eat a nice, juicy steak from a nice steakhouse, but I know that the money I could spend on that meal for just myself could feed my entire family of 6 for two meals.
Sometimes I just wonder what it would be like to be able to visit places like the Caribbean, the Mediterranean, Europe, Australia. The only foreign place I've ever been was Mexico. It wasn't a vacation, it was a tour with a group of fellow college students. The final exam of an intensive study of Spanish--go to Mexico and apply in practice what we'd learned in the classroom. We spent our honeymoon in San Diego. We stayed in a Best Western that wasn't anywhere near the beach, we ate at regular restaurants that we eat at on occasion even now, and we didn't do anything spectacular. And it was only a few days--a Friday through a Monday.
I imagine myself in a huge fortress of a home that I don't even have to clean or keep the grounds--I can pay somebody to do that. If I'm married with children, my children get to participate in any activity they'd like because we have the money for it. I get to get my nails done and my hair done and shop for nice clothes whenever I want. We probably own lots of land and horses too. We have a pool and a poolhouse for guests to stay in when they visit.
I know, big, unrealistic dreams. But sometimes, just sometimes, it's nice to get lost in fantasy when reality is hard. Reality isn't bad. It's good--we have so much to be thankful for. But sometimes dreaming big is just fun to imagine.