RouletteWeekend

As my birthday has been slowly approaching, my sweet little Mel has been asking me what I want. Over the years, I have had a small list of things that I want. Ex: a yoga mat, some weights, a blank journal, a book, cooking supplies, etc. This year, I have been at a loss. I cannot think of one single thing that I want for my birthday. Any wish I could possibly think of, is something that nobody can give me but God. There isn’t one “thing” that I can think of that I would like. So when he asks, I just smile and say, “nothing. What do you get the woman who has everything?” And he rolls his eyes and drops it until next time. I know when the day finally rolls around, he will have come up with some sort of something to proudly hand to me and I will love it, but when I try to think of anything materialistic that I could possibly want, there really is nothing. I have a roof over my head and it’s not just a roof. I finally have a home that I love. I finally have a place that I want to lay my head down at night. I finally have stopped looking at houses for sale and houses for rent. I used to be obsessed with it, but I’m so content here, I haven’t thought about looking in years. I’m not real big on clothes. I think I’ve mentioned before that I have the fashion sense of a colorblind four year old. So I don’t really need clothes because I’ll just botch that task, so I’m better off with my jeans and t-shirts. I have shoes that still “work” so I’m good on the footwear front. I’ve not cooked a meal since I started this new job because by time I get home, I’m too tired and just want something quick or nothing at all, so cookware is off the table. I just raided the $1 section of the Public Library book sale, so I have a small stockpile of reading materials. I really can’t think of anything. It’s kind of crazy that a person could be so content, but here I am contenting away at life. So I guess for my birthday, if I could have anything that I wanted, I would just ask that each of you take a moment to pray for my friend Joe and maybe take a minute for yourself to find your place of contentment.  I just want to wish everyone around me contentedness (is that even a word? No red squiggly line underneath, it must be) and happiness and peace. I know it’s probably cheesy to most of you, but I love cheese and I love all of you. So go find your happy and maybe take a birthday shot for me or eat an extra large piece of cake.