My Life.....

I have a friend, a very dear friend, whom I've know since we were 11 years old. Standing together at the start of the school year, both new, in a class of strangers. We banded together and became firm friends for life.

From a shared beginning, of lives that were similar, I look at us now and find our lives have taken very different paths.

I'm a stay at home, work at home mother, with three children. I work a fairly mundane job, I'm a homebody, content with having a few very close and wonderful friends.

She has a glamorous job, jets around the world, does amazing charity work in every continent, has fantastic adventure filled holidays, with friends from all over the globe. Needless to say, she has no children.

As I said, totally different lives.

Recently she was in Monaco. And whilst there, she of course caught up with Prince Albert and his new fiancee for drinks.

She then jetted off to Canada to meet up with a famous movie star and help host a fundraiser afternoon.

When I hear about her adventures, I feel a twinge of envy.

Alright, maybe a little more than a twinge.

I would love to live her life. The glamour. The adventure. The fabulous people.

At these times, I think about the choices I've made in my life that have led me to where I am today. And the choices she has made. So easily, my life could of been hers.

But upon reflection although my life isn't glamorous or adventure filled in the same way hers is, I find that I am happy with my lot.

I love my family, my home and my life. I love being me. And I love that I get the chance to realise how great my life is. How my life suits ME.

Her life would be hard for me. I need routine and stability. Travel and adventure is great, but I like being home a lot too. I wouldn't know what to say to the famous movie star, and I'd probably spill my drink all over myself in front of the prince.

For all my momentarily envious thoughts, I don't think I would want to swap my life for hers after all.

Well, ok, if I'm honest I might like to try it for just a week or so. Meeting a prince might be kind of fun, you know.

But then I'd want to come home to my own wonderful husband. The one who makes my evening cup of tea just how I like it. The one who puts up with me and is still willing to go out late at night to get me some chocolate when I'm feeling ill (for medicinal purposes of course).

I bet Prince Albert wouldn't do that.