I went some place completely out of my orbit last night. I mean so completely out of my orbit, it was like, out of my galaxy. This is not to say that I was unable to make like I saw that kind of thing everyday… But I don’t.
The funny thing is, when I returned to my own little universe and looked around… I was glad to be back. Gone are the days of feeling jealous or inadequate about those kinds of things and I think that must be a sign of maturity (if not dementia.)
I was in one of the most beautiful homes I have seen in Hong Kong with the million dollar view and all the wonderful accoutrements to go along with it. And I wondered… how would I like this for myself? Is it me? And while the answer is it was fabulous and fully enjoyable… it is not me. And that is cool… I am still going to enjoy the opportunities when they come (hopefully sooner rather than later) but I am sticking with my funky little house by the beach…
Because really, why does life always have to be about choosing… I say let’s have it all.