The older I get the more I realize that I really do love simple. You know, simple pleasures like short talks on the phone, natural smells like fresh mown grass and hay, the fresh breeze through the trees, watching birds of all kinds, the sweet innocence of children, etc.
It must be true that I am a simple person because I am so uncomfortable in high social situations like political affairs and such. I will attend these if I am doing this a part of my job but I really despise it. Send me home to dig in the earth, smell a flower, chase a butterfly with my grandchild or bake cookies and I am happy. I love to be domestic yet I have always worked outside the home just to make ends meet.
I was once told by a friend that the reason I have chosen to be in the life I have made is because if I chose to stay home and be in my comfort zone I would never stretch in growth and learning. I suppose that is true but I often wonder if I have stretched enough. Some days it feels like it.