Filed under: family, goals, ideas, kids, life, marriage, resolutions | Tags: bbq, date night, family, food, goals, happiness project, ideas, kids, life, marriage, resolutions
This year for my birthday I went for brunch. This might not sound exciting, but it is one of the things I miss most about life before kids. Going out at 10:30 and lingering over a leisurely breakfast, catching up with friends, making plans for the weekend and not feeling rushed. With two busy boys, we don’t do this very often, although we do get out for Dim Sum occasionally. So for my 38th birthday, all I really wanted was to have eggs benedict in a restaurant. And I got it!
My husband and I took the kids to a local diner which serves a great brunch AND offers toys and books for the kids. They also happen to have a big screen TV mounted on the wall which was playing old Looney Tunes cartoons so the kids were occupied and I enjoyed my traditional benny with home fries.
While there, I announced my birthday resolutions to my husband. Traditionally, I make 5 goals on my birthday to keep me focused for the year ahead (January 1st seems a bit arbitrary) which include something I want “To Do, To Have, To Be, To Learn and To Give”. I usually start thinking them up a few weeks in advance and try to choose things that will make my life better in some small way, are measurable so I know that I’m making it happen. Once decided, they are posted beside my computer as a reminder. This is the first time I’ve published them so publicly (which, if I’m honest, may have impacted my decision-making process a little).
TO DO: my own Happiness Project
TO HAVE: a regular date night with my husband
TO BE: 5 minutes early
TO GIVE: compliments
TO LEARN: to cook on the BBQ
Filed under: books, family, friendship, ideas, kids, life, marriage | Tags: books, family, friendship, ideas, kids, life, marriage
My book club’s recent pick was “One Day” by David Nicholls which was met by mixed reviews from our group. According to a recent interview (in the July issue of Chatelaine Magazine), the author says the book is “an epic love story, a bittersweet comedy about lost chances, a tribute to friendship, a book about growing old and what changes and what stays the same, and a satire about British society between the ’80’s and now.”
Over wine and cheese we discussed the book and there were two camps: one group who felt the book fell short because the characters lacked depth and the reader “didn’t care” about them, the other group was moved by the characters who, admittedly underdeveloped, made them think about their own lives and relationships. I belonged to the latter group. I enjoyed the book. No, it wasn’t the most amazing feat of literary genius, but it was written well enough to keep me interested. Perhaps, it was the journey of the two main characters that kept me reading on. I wanted to know how their lives turned out, what became of them.
Our discussion led to talk of marriage, kids, passion and divorce. The following paragraph was discussed:
“No, this, she felt, was real life and if she wasn’t as curious or passionate as she once had been, that was only to be expected. It would be inappropriate, undignified, at thirty-eight, to conduct friendships or love affairs with the ardour and intensity of a twenty-two-year-old. Falling in love like that? Writing poetry, crying at pop songs? Dragging people into photo-booths, taking a whole day to make a compilation tape, asking people if they wanted to share your bed, just for company? If you quoted Bob Dylan or T.S. Eliot or, God forbid, Brecht at someone these days they would smile politely and step quietly backwards, and who would blame them? Ridiculous, at thirty-eight, to expect a song or book or film to change your life. No, everything had evened out and settled down and life was lived against a general background hum of comfort, satisfaction and familiarity. There would be no more of those nerve-jangling highs and lows. The friends they had now would be the friends they had in five, ten, twenty years’ time. They expected to get neither dramatically richer nor poorer; they expected to stay healthy for a little while yet. Caught in the middle; middle class, middle-aged; happy in that they were not over happy.”
Hmm . . . “life was lived against a general background hum of comfort, satisfaction and familiarity”? Is that a good thing or a bad thing? I’ve had this conversation with several people now and it seems that being “comfortable” has a negative connotation? I appreciate comfort – my favorite jeans, high heels that don’t give me blisters, our sofa.
My husband and I have been together for only 10 years and with two young children, we don’t have as much time alone together and at times life can seem dull and repetitive. Sure, the excitement level is different now, but I don’t have the energy or inclination to live like I did at 22! But I’m happy. We have a nice, comfortable, home. Our boys are healthy. We’re healthy. We get to see family and friends fairly regularly. We take vacations. I wouldn’t want it any other way.