We’re young and in love.
(It’s all very romantic, sounding, huh?)
And while it’s true that this young love is happy and exciting and sweet and full of hope for the future, it’s also scary and frustrating and a lot of hard work.
Don’t get me wrong, we have big dreams and hopes for our future together.
But we also have bills and big questions and a budget to follow that seems to get smaller every week instead of bigger.
I’ve decided it’s a fine line between wishes and worry.
See, wishes often lead to worry, and the other way around, or at least, they seem to.
For example, when we wish for a house with a big yard, we start to worry about the cost of that yard and paying a bigger mortgage.
It’s not a crippling sense of worry, or a high level of fear. It’s all about a balance.
In fact, the worries help keep me grounded.
Because when I wish for a house with a big yard, I start to yearn for acreage and a pond with a long driveway away from the road and away from neighbors.
And that’s not realistic.
Because yes, it’s free to dream, but no, I shouldn’t focus on things we can’t have because it will make me less likely to be happy with what we find.
But, the wishes are important, because they keep my heart happy when I think about the future. Thinking about the practical things, our needs, usually leads me to dream about the future and how things will be different and better for us as we grow and learn and change and have a family.
So really, it’s all about taking one with the other. I’m a worrier and a wisher, I guess.
Which isn’t such a bad thing if it leads to making better decisions right now for a better future tomorrow. Which will help us get to the future happier, healthier and hopefully with more money in our piggy banks.
You know, the traditional storybook ending.
And living happily ever after, is all we ever really wanted, anyway, right?
What about you? Are you a worrier or a wisher?