It is a significant indication of maturity when the key item on you wish list shifts from sports car to laundry machine. It is another indication of maturity (perhaps post-maturation) when that list shifts back to sports car. I’m in that first shift. The things I want are plentiful once more, but most are about the family and making the homestead a better place. This is most likely a coping mechanism as I psychologically pull away from the home in an effort to delve deeper into my writing and the writer’s life.
There needs to be a balance between the two things: home and professional life if for no better reason than the existence of one provides ample context for the existence of the other. Either one is made less valuable without the existence of the other. A man who only stays with his family does not know the work world and thus that family time is always in the shadow of what could be. I suppose this is my primary argument against the existence of housewives. I feel like you need to have a significant portion of your life that belongs only to you, but then again I am a loner somewhere in my core.
Some Thoughts:
1. Gus is still the best thing on Psych. Come on, son. you know that’s right.
2. I don’t dream anymore. There is something fundamentally wrong with that…