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Is it too much too ask???

One of my favorite songs is Lucinda Williams' Passionate Kisses. In it she asks, "Is it too much to ask? I want a comfortable bed that won't hurt my back? Food to fill me up and warm clothes and all that stuff. Shouldn't I have this?...."

Lately I'm in a "Shouldn't I have??" place. All my socks have holes. All my underwear has no more elastic and my bras don't fit. My towels don't adsorb anymore. My car needs a detail wash, not just a drive-thru. I find myself wondering why I don't have it. Why am I settling for less than I deserve? Why am I settling for less than I settled for? Is it just too much to ask?

I know I'm really lucky. I have a good job and my benefits are much better than many people. I have wonderful friends who love me and support me. I have a daughter who is smarter, prettier, more capable, more loved and respected than I could ever have wished for. And she loves me, too. I can and do take care of myself. I'm emotionally, financially and physically independent. I love my home. I love my family. I love my friends. I love my cat, even when he continues to wake me up at 4:30 in the morning. I love my car and my walks to work. I love my wine and my whiskey and my computer. I love my blog and my facebook and my email and my Iphone. I love sun and flowers and coffee and good hand lotion.

But is it too much to ask? Shouldn't I have this...shouldn't I have all of this and new undies and fluffy towels and a clean car and passionate kisses.

Comments

Sara Moriarty said…
i understand that this was intended to be a rhetorical question but YES YES YES. Can't wait to see you Saturday!
Bridgete said…
Of course you should.

Love you.
Chris Dashiell said…
You should be adored.
Bert said…
Yes, yes, yes and YES !

Love you.
you settle because you're too busy focusing on the needs of those around you and you have forgotten about yourself.

get to it, love. you know you deserve it.

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