What's really important

I wrote this in response to a thread on a message board, and I liked my reply so much that I decided to post it here as well, since it's something that's been on my mind a lot lately.

I feel like DH and I both could have made much better education and career choices. When I was 20, I didn't care that I was getting into an industry that 1) would restrict me to a few major cities (i.e., the expensive ones), and 2) would never pay very well. Having kids and owning a home were not on my radar then; I was so short-sighted.

I try to tell myself that "things" don't matter, that possessions do not equal happiness, but man I would like to go on a vacation someday, not to mention own a home!

We'll be fine. We'll never have to go without the basics. Whenever I feel the green-eyed monster coming on, I just need to go cuddle my boy and remember what's really important.