no longer concerned with the crown molding and the cocoa brown paint that would really bring out the portrait which hung above the fireplace,
or planning the perfect cocktail party with tiny lights hung in the trees accenting
the fat boquets of wildflowers in mason jars,...

we realized our lives had dramatically jumped the tracks.

while our friends were busy buying their second homes and
upgrading their engagement rings,
we were selling our wedding dresses
(and wishing we could sell the shoes too.)

okay, so the change was tough. and the change was large.
and our hearts took a beating.

but we made it through, and we will be okay.
and folding chairs arent so bad and mismatched
place settings are actually a hip thing these days.

funny how you get set on a lifestyle, and you think "surley, THIS is what life is all about. THIS is the good life.''... and then,
something happens,
and everything you know undergoes a complete shift, and for awhile you wonder if you just might drown...

until one day, you wake up with your borrowed couches in your rented apartment and realize
there are a thousand other things in life that can fill you,
and it is never too late to recreate a new design for your life
(even though you are now officially middle aged).

perhaps getting to see this life with a brand new set of goggles is the
one thing we have been needing the entire time.

this, my dear, is the waking up.
this, is the real good life.