As it turns out, living on less has made me want to...live on even less. I'm as surprised as anyone about this turn of events. It's like all of the sudden I finally got it: it really is all just stuff. I thought I got it before now, but it's clear to me that I am just now fully understanding this concept.
So now I'm trying to find ways to simplify. We've broached the idea of selling the house to move to a smaller, older, cheaper house. Of course, the housing market may hold us back from that for a while but I'm still holding out hope. I'm ready to sell excess stuff and pare down and shift gears. Most importantly, I'm ready to spend more time with my family.
To that end, I turned in my notice at my job. I'm quitting. I'm taking something I'm not known for - a leap of faith. I may be leaping into mid-air without a parachute, but I'm leaping. I can't spend the rest of my life wondering what else I might be able to do if I weren't doing what I'm doing now. I'll be able to stay home for a while and then, well, who knows? What I do know is this: I will be there when my kids wake up and when they go to sleep. I will be there to kiss their boo boos and to play with them and to cook their meals. I will have more patience for all of these things because I will not have spent my emotional energy on other people before I get home. I will no longer be squeezing my life in around the edges of work.
It feels good. I'm hanging onto that. And if anyone in Indiana is looking for a large, nice house, give me a call!