Contentment is a crazy thing. Amazing that one can even feel content in a world where more, better, faster, newer is always being pushed and we’re not supposed to feel satisfied until we HAVE IT ALL, whatever that means.
I haven’t been writing my blog because I realized that I was pretty happily content. Content to just be without a writing deadline. I wasn’t really pissed off about anything, so no need to rant. Just sitting around motionless in January keeping to my happy little quiet self and realizing that everything was just as it should be. Yawn.
I don’t have it all and never will. I wouldn’t even know what to do with it if I did. Where would I put it? There isn’t enough time in the day for ALL of it anyway…I can just about cope time wise with what I have now.
The only problem with contentment, as I see it, is inertia. If one is truly content with one’s current circumstances, what possesses one to get off the couch and do something new? Boredom?
How content are you with your present circumstances? What, if anything, do you need to do?
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