I had some time to kill today while I sat in the waiting room at the Doctor's office. I was surrounded by beige chairs. Beige walls. A stagnant cup of water. I felt the need for some beauty. So I Googled expensive real estate for sale and found a house that made me drool... and I figured I'd share the wealth for a fun, light-hearted Friday post:
But later in the evening, as I sat sipping my sparkling water while my food cooked, I stumbled upon this article and was reminded of the love story scene in "Up". Without hesitation, I switched over to my Apple TV and watched this musical montage on my big screen:
I don't want to meet the person who doesn't cry through that. Just as I remember from the last time I suffered through its enchantment; happy, chokey, can't breathe crying ensued as I watched the most amazing depiction of the beauty in a simple life flash before me.
And in an instant; the big, huge house I found earlier didn't seem so cool. The flamboyant rooms left too much empty space. The ginormous kitchen was amazing, but did nothing to feed my soul. When push comes to shove- it was all just stuff.
|Memories with the family Pup > Stuff|
I know I'm still not immune to coveting a new dress, searching for places with wall-to-ceiling windows and imagining a Sunday morning in my infinity pool... but I also know that those things never make me cry as I watch them: Happy, chokey, can't breathe cry. Because they simply don't mean as much.
Here's to a weekend of people... and not stuff. XO.