I had an ah-ha moment. I had just alphabetized and put away spices in my new home that I rented with I’m-not-sure-what-to-call-him, so I’ll go with Mr. Wonderful. Make fun of me later. I’m in love, and he’s a keeper. Well, I stood at the newly organized tea cabinet inhaling the soothing aromas while I flashed through my memory how much I have changed as a person and how strong I have become and how happy I am with where I am and the people in my life.
I reflected on life in my twenties versus life in my thirties. I understand the desire for quality things, even though they’re just things and they don’t matter. What’s the big deal with Manolos anyway? I have a desire for quality over quantity, and I get it now. I still don’t understand the Manolos, but maybe one day I’ll get myself a pair in order to fully tread on the concept.
Life is still good, better than good.