Morning campers!

There’s something about early mornings. Most people aren’t early birds (myself included), but I have to say that when I manage to get my arse in gear and get out of bed before 6am, I feel a rather perverse satisfaction.

Why?

Because the world is lovely and quiet at this time of the morning. There’s a minimal number of people trying to get out and about; very little traffic on the roads; trains tend to be on time (as it’s too early for things to start going wrong); and it still dark (at this time of year anyway).

I sometimes wish I had the energy and inclination to wake up at this time every morning and enjoy a full morning.

But then again, I think I’d rather stay in bed!

It’s not quite *that* bad but I think it’s coming rather close for me, Rachel and a number of friends and associates!

Here’s a list of things that have gone wrong this week:

• A mega stressful week for me;
• JBW’s IBS;
• LE only having three hours’ sleep last night;
• Corey throwing up all over our bed;
• CS’ bike being stolen;
• Train problems e.g. delays, cancellations, missing stops altogether (that was me last night!);
• Waking up late for work;
• Water infections and problems getting an appointment with a GP; and
• Looks like I’ll be caught in a rainstorm without an umbrella when I arrive in Cardiff Queen Street!

And it’s only Wednesday! Jeesh!

I reach the tender age of 30 this year, and I do think I’m lucky in the sense that my life is perfect. My issue is, is it really that perfect? Should I, at the very least, be thinking that it is perfect?

First of all, how does one define “perfect”? Does it mean perfect as in “I’ve got everything I’ve ever wanted” or does it mean “I have everything ‘normal’ people should have”?

My life is perfect in the sense that I have a gorgeous wife, a smashing little boy, a job that I love (sometimes!) with a bunch of people I’m close to, a nice roof over my head, a fairly new car, and I get pretty much anything I want, when I want it, as I have the financially stability to do so.

However, I still want more (don’t we all?!). I’d love to get a job closer to home to reduce the amount of travelling I do (hey, I’m not getting any younger!), which would give me the added bonus of seeing my little family every single day. I want an Audi TT (preferably brand new!) and a mansion with an indoor swimming pool! At particularly stressful times at work, I want peace and quiet. I want, I want, I want … !

Does the fact that I want more than I already have mean that my life is not perfect after all? Or am I just being greedy?