To many of you, this won't come as surprise but recently it has come to my attention that my personal "rock bottom" is really pretty shallow. I know a lot of people who live their baseline lives well under my melt-down point and survive quite nicely. They have a spouse who travels or works long hours or is unsupportive; they taxi 4 kids to 3 travel sports each. Work crazy hours. Live at fast-food chains. They don't remember the last time they watched a TV series on Netflix or read a novel or went on vacation or rearranged or had someone over unplanned or "dated". They squeeze in their cardio while paying their bills. Bills are a challenge to pay and their homes are cluttered. Their time is all scheduled. Their life a swirling happy, crazy, blur of excitement and activity. But that just isn't me (or us). I am not judging those people I love that everyone is different. Truthfully, if I'm reflective: I am nearly jealous of them.
