To Roll coins or not

How is it that there is an endless supply of seemingly important tasks to occupy your time with, that help to push what you're afraid to complete, further into a dusty attic with not...'unlimited' space, but space enough to hold the baggage of a lifetime, certainly. Maybe this is what drives the real estate market or our want to build a life together, to one day buy a home together. A dream to one day have a space that will hold all of our baggage in a quite literal and metaphorical sense." Once I have a place for my baggage, a safe space, perhaps I will feel safe." You better be able to buy that house outright and still live comfortably. Which in today's times who can? Because otherwise, now that I think on it more, you get your supposed safe space, then feel worried, you may lose it. Then you spend the rest of your days trying not to lose it. I know, I know," grass is always greener", but from the outside it certainly seems easier to be rich. I'm still rolling with my fantasy, that common one, that one that says I will one day slip into that easy-breezy-hard-work mentality where I have all the right habits, complete all my assigned tasks both given and self-generated, and plateau into a lazy river of success, abundance, ease, and nobility. In the meantime, try not to sweat the small stuff.