As I floated around in my pool the other day, I contemplated life. This is what I concluded:
I am breathing. I am in my pool.
Therefore … life is good.
OK. It's not Dalai Lama. What did you expect? I don't mediate on a mountain in Tibet. I can't do a downward facing dog in yoga. Shoot. I can barely sit on my hind legs and beg like a dog.
What I'm trying to say is, I don't spend a lot of time trying to figure out life.
I want to say, I'm a simple gal with simple needs.
Ahhhh. But then I started to think about it. How simple is simple?