Maybe

Why is it that the things I consider to be my favorite things in life are the ones I have to work so hard to make time for? It seems I spend so much time at work, cleaning the house, and doing schoolwork that the things I actually enjoy are hard to fit in sometimes. Maybe that's why they are my favorite things. Maybe if I had too much free time to do those things, I wouldn't find them as rewarding. Maybe it's part of the "absence makes the heart grow stronger" thing. Maybe I am on to something here. Maybe I am just making excuses. Maybe seeing my struggles will help my kids understand the importance of going to college. Maybe some day one job will be enough. Maybe some day I won't have to worry so much. Maybe some day I will be able to put aside my worries and just enjoy all of my favorite things. Maybe tomorrow.