New Word: "Statusfied"

I'll admit it - I Facebook crawl sometimes...late at night, when Ben is out with the boys, I'll troll through some folks' pages and walls, checking out their latest status updates. And I noticed something that was interesting to me - a lot of the folks I am friends with change their "statuses" more than once a day. Not that I'm not guilty of that too...I will do that when something happens. More when I was at home during the day and "The View" came on - *whip!* to the Computer! - hardly at all now that I am back to work. But some of the status changes by my friends were, like, life-altered states - serious stuff, happening multiple times a day, and out there on Facebook...every emotion, every dilemma, every happiness - questioning themselves and their confidence and their being in most any situation. And people respond to it - friends from years ago chime in with the most awesome advice - and it helps...the status-changer comes out of it at the end with some momentum and clarity. Reaching out to mutual benefit. Its good. But it made me feel inert...like nothing was happening to me, since I wasn't changing my status a lot during the course of a day, and tapping into friend resources to help solve the issues at hand. I have crazy kids. Insane pet moments. I have a whirlwind blood pressure cycle. Kooky extended family members - check! My Mom is still - my Mom. Why don't I do this too??

Because I'm "statusfied".

Yep. I have a great, amazing life that I am perfectly happy with, even if it's not perfect in any way, shape or form. Don't have to re-evaluate because I wasn't the best Mommy today. No need to question myself because I *technically* am not using my college degree. My day is my day, and I'm happy and proud to be in it, because I created it - I asked for every bit of this life; shaped myself around it, and wallow in it as much as I dance around it.

I don't want to sound arrogant...I'm not braggin'...the circumstances of my life are by no means something everyone should aspire to recreate for themselves. At 40, I'm just OK with it. I'm not overly ambitious career-wise anymore. I've accepted that my hair isn't awesome. Ben is my soulmate, and I'm with him probably until one of us buries the other in the back yard (hopefully from natural causes). I'm not competitive with other Moms. I'm just fine with where I'm at, and I make the best of what I've dealt myself from the bottom of the deck. I'm owning it. Whatever I've got, whatever I've been given to deal with - I jump on it and in it and I'm proud that I am **OK**. Not perfect. Not ideal. OK.


"Statusfied". Anyone know who to contact about getting that one in the dictionary? Ha! Guess I spoke to soon about being ambitious...oh well...I'll save that for another day.