As I sit this morning, pouring over my social media as well as the mainstream media, catching up, I start to feel a sense of unease. I feel like the words are shouting at me. I feel the anger. The “yuck” in posts and in the stories that I read. I realize how sensitive I am becoming to this and a thought washes over me. I am content.
I used to view contentment as a bad place. A place of less ambition. Somewhere that I didn’t want to settle into during my life. Contentment leads to laziness. Right? I have discovered that I couldn’t be more wrong in that idea.
Contentment simply means that you are in a place of peace.
A peaceful place where you soak up what you have, who you are surrounded with and there isn’t a constant need for more. You become happy to just BE. And I am there right now.
I have discovered that I am at my best when I am selective of the people I allow into my inner circle, when I honor my mind’s need to rest, and when I make effort to appreciate my physical self more. This gives me space to think without worry. To understand my own limits better and to soak up being with any emotions that I experience without any expectations.
I still have goals and dreams. I still have a pile on my to do list…but the list looks different now than it used to. It is more intimate. I no longer am driven by the need to succeed but rather by the things that make me happiest. I want to write. To train my dog. To grow an abundant garden. To cook amazing meals. I am far from bored and certainly not lazy.
This place is wonderful. Happiness abounds. I am content.