Lucky me


Why I am the luckiest woman in the world:

1. I have the kind of job most people dream about -- high status, high autonomy, meaningful, connected to something I'm passionate about.

2. I have no commute. According to a study reported in the New Yorker a few weeks ago, a person with an hour commute each way has to make 40% more in salary to be as satisfied with life as a non-commuter. I adore my non-commute.

3. We have choices about daycare. We can put Cady Gray in when we want, keep her out when we want. Because ...

4. I have a husband who's at home during the day. When the kids need him, he's there.

5. Not only do I get to teach at the college level, I have students like this and this and this and this and this. And this. And truth be told, the majority of them are somewhere in that league, even if they haven't reached those heights quite yet. I get the very best, and so I'm a lot less frustrated and bitter than many of my colleagues.

6. I get assigned to read books like this and this.

7. I get assigned to write about movies like this.

8. Donuts on Saturday morning at the Course of Study School at Hendrix. (Sometimes it's the little things.)

9. My children are not only beautiful and brilliant, but also well-behaved and well-adjusted -- almost embarrassingly so.

10. I may not get paid a mint, but we live in a place where we can afford a four-bedroom ranch house with a two-car garage, just like in that old American Dream. And we only have to work 1.5 jobs between us to do it.

11. My husband is the coolest person on the face of the earth, and I leech off his gargantuan pop culture knowledge and taste cred every single day.

12. On a day when the thermometer hit 85 degrees, I finished a scarf. (Details at Toxophily.)

Count your blessings on your own blog, and be sure to point me to them in the comments.

Posted: Thu - May 10, 2007 at 08:13 PM         |

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