At work last night I ran into a lady I knew from a hundred years ago. We were talking and catching up a little bit. I talked about my boys. I talked about my sister’s girls. And then I talked about my baby sister and her wonderfully exotic life, how’s she’s been living in various wonderful places all across the world for the last 5 or 6 years. I said, “She’s living the good life!” And the lady I was talking to said to me, “No. I think YOU are.”
And she was exactly right. I may not be in Fiji, or Hawaii, or anywhere very exciting.
But I AM living the good life.