Normal…

I got to work this morning feeling a bit low; one of those days where you’re grumpy and just want to spend the day on your sofa with your duvet, a cup of tea and a packet of chocolate Hobnobs whilst wishing that payday was just a little closer…

Unfortunately this wasn’t an option for me today.  It was Tuesday, it was 9am, I was at my desk with a cup of bad coffee from the machine which leaks milk on the floor if you ask it for a cup of tea…

Anyways, since the clock hadn’t clicked over to 9am I had a quick look on Facebook while drinking my bad coffee, and came across this…

Normal

I sat there in my chewed up work shoes, having driven to work in my 12 year old car which clunks loudly when you turn right, having left our house with the leaky roof and downright dodgy boiler and realised that this had cheered me right up.

My normal isn’t getting dressed in my work clothes, paying for a car to get me to work, leaving a house empty that I work hard to pay for.

My normal is driving an old car that we owe nothing on, living in a house that we constantly bodge stuff on, wearing clothes that I’ve either bought from the supermarket or stolen from my sister (thanks Looloo!)  I’m sure you’re reading this, thinking that it sounds even more depressing than the meme.  However, the reason for my normal is because the money I go to work to earn doesn’t get spent on a big house or a shiny car or new shoes.  It gets spent on kayaking lessons, camping weekends, new shocks for the mountain bikes, fuel to drive to Scotland to wild camp on remote islands, four season sleeping bags, trail running shoes, carabiners, bike helmets, climbing helmets, kayaking helmets (yes, they do all require different helmets), Ordnance Survey maps, waterproof socks and a million other bizarre things that make Owain and I happy.

I’m sure that for a lot of people, this sounds hellish and they’re wondering why on earth we work so hard to have nothing to show for it.  Does this make us unsuccessful that in our mid thirties we drive a crap car, have bugger all savings, live in a slightly damp house with the wonkiest kitchen floor you’ve ever seen?

I’ve had plenty of moments where I think so; I’ve spent a lot of time on the interweb looking at new build houses with straight walls and non squeaky floors, shiny cars which turn right without making an ominous clunk and wipers that don’t suddenly go nuts and refuse to switch off, expensive handbags, slick and stylish haircuts, Louboutin shoes and Laura Ashley wallpaper.

But…

Would this make us happy? No.

In the past, we’ve both had brand new shiny cars, worn the designer work suits, I’ve had the slick and stylish haircut and I can confirm that it doesn’t last long under a mountain biking helmet.

We know what makes us happy and it’s the experiences we’ve shared together, the moments of lying on a deserted Scottish beach watching the stars above us, running in the rain and hail, mountain biking through knee deep mud, and watching each other mastering new skills in kayaking.  Brick walls and shiny cars don’t compare.  Not for us anyway.

We work hard to be able to provide us with those moments, and that’s what I think about when I’m sat at my desk drinking bad coffee.

Although…  I will confess, there have been a couple of moments where I’ve wondered if I could convince Owain for us to give up our leaky house, our rattly car and our jobs and just live out of the canoe, on a permanent wild camping adventure…

2 thoughts on “Normal…

  1. Respect again…it’s the way to go..don’t live your life on the never never…only buy what you can afford…anyway…my runabout is 20 years old and I’m well happy with it…sod the rat race and you do what keeps both of you smiling…

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