I had a mini breakdown over the weekend. Something to do with gorgeous kitchens and spit up stained clothing. My mental gears are in overdrive.
As you may well know, I have a crazy split personality disorder. Not clinically, don't worry, but philosophically. One side wants organic farming, the other wants downtown loft space. One side wants Birkenstocks, the other wants Mark Jacobs. One side wants vermicompost, the other wants a garburator. You get the picture.
Want want want. That's all I seem to do. Now I know I have a tremendous amount to be thankful for, and trust me, after two glasses of wine all I can do is whimper about how lucky I am. I do, however, suffer from a severe case of Envy. That's right. Envy with a Capital 'E'. I'm not a jealous person, I'm not a vain person (ok, that's a lie) and I'm not a greedy person, but I am an envious person. First step is recognition, right? Ok, good.
I'm envious, so what?
So I'm ashamed of the fact that I am Envy incarnate, and I want to change. I officially declare the second half of 2008 Envy-Free.
To 'out' myself a bit more... here's a list of things I envy:
Design*Sponge (why do I even bother blogging.... she's got all the goods in one page!)
People who can pull off the high-waisted trouser jeans.
People who's thighs don't touch. If they even exist (the people- not the thighs).
People who can afford cleaning ladies.
People who send their laundry out.
Cleaning ladies (at least their houses are cleaner than mine)
Environmentalists (those who do rather than those who talk)
DINKS (only sometimes)
Bruno, for his lack of Envy
So there. Now you know.