During the middle of the night when I’m swaying Gwen back to sleep, after her diaper has been changed, after she’s fed, I stare at her tree mural and think. The owls stare back at me and watch me sway.
My perspective of what’s important has changed. I ponder how to make money without actually working. I ponder about winning the lottery. I ponder about retiring at age 45. I ponder how work seems so unimportant now and how much of a miracle life actually is. I ponder the rat race of corporate America. About the many hrs we spend at work and in traffic trying to make our lives more enjoyable by making more money than we did the year before so we can buy more furniture, take a trip to Mexico, and pay down the mortgage.
Is it worth it? I wonder if the owls know.