But this is our playground, right?

My husband was tripping hard for having to write a check to the IRS for our quarterly taxes.  Yeah, it stinks and we definitely should have taxes/federal budget geared at things like socialized childcare/healthcare, paid university, etc. and not for paying for war and the likes of other nonsense.  I feel him.  But I thought he was tripping hard.  We are all healthy and our lives are full of love.  It's just a check and we can afford to write it.

I've learned that I can't change my husband or anyone else, all I can do is live my life in a way that will inspire him (them).  I try, I fail, but I keep trying to live my life as my highest self.

Saturday mornings are for us.  We put the kids in front of  Sesame Street after breakfast and took an hour to indulge in our us-ness.  But he was still tripping hard. So I asked him, "Do you think you were married to me in other lives?  Because I think I have been married to you in each and every one of them.  At the end of our journey, one of us exclaimed, 'earth was our playground and we worried way too much -- wanna do that again?'"  My husband smiled.

We get so wrapped up in goals and future events that we often miss out on the beauty of today.  I am the master of this moment and how I absorb my surroundings.  I can not control the future as hard as I try.  Life is filled with uncertainty; however, the demise of my physical body is certain.  So either I dance with life no matter what she throws at me, or I allow myself to marinate in negative feelings.  I have a clear vision of how it will be when I meet up with my husband at the other side of the after-life tunnel -- I will say to him, "Damn, baby!  That was a blast.  Do you wanna do it again or chill for some time?"