Bigger is not always better

Growing up I always wanted to be bigger, taller, stronger.  I always wanted the biggest room, the biggest doll, the biggest cookie.  And then a subtle change began to take place.

I got my Barbie doll with her perfect miniature clothes, tiny necklaces, teeny gloves, small suitcases.  I received my first transistor radio and I was on my way to the other end of the spectrum.  Partly because I was becoming aware of boys and in that age girls were supposed to be tiny child like creatures for the rest of their lives, I began to bemoan big.

I have long since outgrown the need to be petite, but I find myself drawn to smaller and simpler things as the years go by.  Some of my furniture is large, but a few good pieces surrounded by a few smaller but exquisite pieces is now more satisfying than a room crammed floor to ceiling.

And that has set the tone for everything else.  I find myself uncomfortable with huge amounts of anything.  Instead of making me feel rich, too much makes me feel burdened down.

It is a life style in progress because the one thing I never have to worry about is too much money.  The universe has taken care of that to the extreme, so if I pare things down too much I sometimes find myself actually in need.

And . . . I still lean towards the greedy side when it comes to food.  I love to eat, so although I am no longer drawn to those elephant cups of soda for pennies at gas stations, I could easily consume a table's worth of crème Brule.

But I am working on it because I really do know that bigger is not always better and my life depends on it.