Sometimes it feels like there are so many things I want that I don’t have.
Today I realized very little is missing. August 3rd is my day. It’s not my favorite day of the year, not even my favorite month. But on August 3 I celebrate the day I was born and every year I’ve managed to stay alive. And I didn’t want anything today that I didn’t already have. I didn’t need time off from work or a trip out of town or stuff. I didn’t need more or different friends than the ones I have. I didn’t need a book deal in order to love the fact that I write. I didn’t need someone else to load the dishwasher (though I did have Pizza Hut cook). I didn’t need a newer house or richer clothes, and I didn’t even need my short, dark hair to grow.
Apparently I find life pretty close to perfect. Shelter, income, love – even want, in doses. I’m grateful for it all. And it’s all exactly enough.
Just add cake.