As you can see on my sidebar, I read lots of different kinds of blogs. From religious ones to decorating to family to......you get it. And I usually enjoy all of them.
Today I clicked on one of the links, and I saw this. And I thought Who the heck has the time and the money to do something like this??????? I get being creative. And wanting to do something different. But. People. This is a three year old. Who does this for a three year old? I mean, in the real world. I guess I kind of feel like this for anyone under the age of about 6 or 8. I mean, who cares? All that time and money for what??? It is so so cute. It is very creative and thoughtful. The party will probably be fantastic. I mean, if they are spending this kind of money on just the invitations, I'm sure the food will be fabulous as will the decorations. And maybe in their world this is a normal thing to do. But. How realistic is this? That three year old little boy is barely going to remember that party. Isn't going to remember the food. He might remember the cake. He probably won't even remember the people that came.
While the person that had these invitations made is able to spend that money on them, and of course has every right to do it, it just makes me think. Mostly about my priorities. Because sometimes I want to be the person that sends this kind of an invitation. I want to be that person that has things that no one else does. I want to be thoughtful, creative, and all those things. And sometimes I find myself a little jealous of those that can do things like this. Which is just so wrong. Because really, who cares if someone wants to send little boats or yoyo's or whatever as birthday invitations. How does that affect me? It doesn't unless I let it. Maybe someday I will be able to do something like this. But for now, I just need to Stop. Stop being jealous. Stop comparing yourself to this person. Stop even just caring that someone did it. Appreciate it for what it is and move on.
I find myself doing this unconsciously many times. And I hate it. I hate that it starts without me even knowing it. I hate that I even care about it. So now it is a conscious thing. I have to stop myself from keeping that cycle going. I've succeeded a few times. But I haven't conquered the beast yet.
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