let it rain
We’ve all heard the terms, “saving for a rainy day” and “taking a rain check”… I am guilty of using both far too often. I have a house full of beautiful things still hidden away in their boxes for safe keeping and wrapped tightly in their dust bags for special occasions. It seems like no event is ever elegant enough for my beloved vintage Chanel and no visitor is quite important enough to eat off the Royal Doulton wedding china. I spent my whole life working and saving to have these things and leave them locked away waiting for the right time to use them.
Over the last few weeks I’ve been thinking about making some changes in my life to get back to being the woman I wanted to be when I was young. I always thought I’d end up living in some sleepy little hippy town, running an organic stall with a few wild haired, free spirited kids running around. I ended my highschool years dancing barefoot under the stars in Byron Bay and had it all within my reach.
Somewhere on the journey from her to me things changed. I lost a beautiful soul from my life and started chasing the wrong boys, making the wrong friends and letting the wrong things become more and more important to my happiness. We all get influenced by people as we grow and we all change but lately I’ve really started to wonder, what sort of mother do I want to be to my son, how do I want him to look back and remember me when I’m gone? Will he be able to say he was proud of the woman who raised him and the values he was taught?
I don’t want to be remembered as some uptight snob who could only find worth and happiness in materialistic things. Growing up with so little has made it so important to me to never go wanting but thinking about it recently I realised, I never have to, and having it all is so subjective anyway. How much more time will I waste wishing I had more when I already have more than enough.
So I’m taking steps to get back to living a more modest lifestyle, focussing on what’s really important and teaching my son the lessons I learnt as a kid. That being rich has absolutely nothing to do with how many shoes or handbags you have in your closet or how much money you have in the bank.
As for that wedding china, I realised that the most important people in my life are right here in this house and we’re the ones who should be enjoying these things. What’s the worst thing that can happen, a piece will break? All that stuff in replaceable, the people in my life are what’s priceless.
I’m not going to pack my bags and move to Byron Bay any time soon but here’s to more rainy days and dancing barefoot under the stars again!