For as long as I can remember, I’ve always wanted more, a bigger house, a faster car, more money, I wanted it all.
It wasn’t just “keeping up with the Joneses,” because I didn’t care what others did or didn’t have. It was inside me. No matter what I had, I always felt incomplete. If I could have just a little bit more, I thought, I’d finally be “me.”
Guess what? I worked and slaved my butt off and got that little bit more, but it didn’t help. I still felt empty inside, like I wasn’t enough, like I’d never be enough.
“What are you doing out here? It’s freezing.”
I looked up. My wife Beth came out onto the front porch.
“Oh, I didn’t realize it was getting late. Just doing something on my iPad.”
“Well, come on in. You can’t work all the time. The kids want to know if you’d like to play a game with them. It’s been a long time.”