I'm from the generation whose been told we can have it all, but really can we, and what does that mean to us and how do we except it? I'm not really sure you can have it all without something having to give elsewhere, but what I'm trying to focus on is being content in the life I have chosen.
Don't get me wrong-I'm not unhappy or anything remotely drastic or unpleasant, I just sometimes find myself wanting and looking for. Maybe I'm too unaccepting, I should stop looking for the next holiday, when we will find a house of our own, that bag I could buy if I saved up long enough. My train of thought needs to reroute; to take pleasure in the simple things, to be content.