Today I was offended.
Someone said something right to me about the neighborhood in which I live declaring it not very safe. I didn't even know how to respond, so I just stammered, "oh okay."
Many people in the neighborhood are renters (unlike us). The school nearby has a large free/reduced lunch population. But poor doesn't mean unsafe.
When did it become so important for bigger and better? Why do people judge others on their income instead of the type of human beings they are? Why do we think our children need every new toy, every experience available, and if they don't that we are depriving them?
I struggle with contentment. I'd like more cabinet space and the ability to have a pretty family room and a two-car garage. But I have something money can't buy... tact.