i want more...i want more....

Let me preface this by saying I have absolutely no right at all to complain about my life. I have a wonderful husband who thinks the sun rises and sets in me, I have a fairly new job with better pay and more enjoyable responsibility than I ever have, I'm back living in a city that I adore, and I have a new puppy who, at times, may be difficult but makes me so happy...and yet.....I want more...

I feel like I am in a bit of a rut. D and I have gotten very comfortable in spending our evenings at home or venturing out to do errands or shopping, but we don't ever really step outside of our pattern. We see our theatre here and in NYC, we play with our dog, we buy our groceries, but we don't really go out and make new friends. I'm not really sure why. I take that back, I do know why...Making new friends and stepping outside your box is hard. It's at times uncomfortable and who really wants to be uncomfortable when you can sit on your couch in boxer shorts and eat fruit snacks watching The Golden Girls while your adorable puppy sleeps with his head resting on your leg. (That's me in a nutshell folks, take it or leave it!)

Lately though, I'm scared. I don't want that to be all there is to my life. I don't want to wake up in twenty years and fight with D because our life has just become about each other and no one else. I want us to have full lives, lives that extend beyond just each other.

Like I said, I shouldn't complain..I have it so much better than most. If my life stayed just as it is, I would die happy and fulfilled, but sometimes....I just want more...