Stuff

Have you noticed that of all the things I've blogged about loving so far almost none of these posts have anything to do with stuff? The closest I think I come really is when I talk about going to the salon. Still, the ultimate point of that is the feeling I get when I'm at the salon more so than the end result. So why is it that other people have such a hard time excepting the fact that stuff to me is just that? 

I was able to build a pretty good career for myself for nearly three years. With that, came stuff. I have a really nice apartment, some bits and pieces of furniture, a bike, and a 14 year old car. Sure, I'm not living in luxury by any stretch of the imagination but I was able to take care of myself. That included regular manicures, expensive makeup, and days at the salon. I haven't had a manicure since I quit my job and I'm probably going to have skip the new highlights I've been sporting for a few months now. I'm also going to have to switch to drugstore makeup. Ouch! Oh well. I've also started selling a few things here and there, mostly for gas money. Now I'm still struggling a bit financially so I might start selling more things. So what? It's just stuff. I like my things, but I don't LOVE them. And this new found life of mine is all about love not like.

What I do love more than anything in my life is God, my family, and my dogs. Missy and Mister are my world and without them, well I don't really have anything. They pretty much are my family here in Washington and they will continue to be my family always. I can't blog about that enough. So I just want to make it clear I love not being attached to stuff. Every. Single. Day.