I grabbed a brown towel the other day instead of the usual blue ones that are in our bathroom. It was smaller than I’m used to and felt totally inadequate. Made me grouchy, thinking bad thoughts about towel manufacturers who make ridiculously small products.

Then I remembered that those brown towels were the ones I used all through college. They didn’t seem too small then.

I also realized that, besides having put on some weight (thanks for noticing),  I’ve gotten spoiled to a nicer product. Like so many things in life, what once was luxury now seems like the standard.

We lived for fifteen years in Argentina without having air conditioning at home, in our car, or at work. Now the times I have to do without refrigerated air seem like times of terrible sacrifice.

It’s frightening to me how abundance creeps into my life and makes itself at home.