Most of my life I have battled the thought of being content. To be content was to sit around doing nothing with your life, while leaving everything to chance. I envisioned something along the lines of watching TV and eating junk food all day, while slowly becoming a recluse.
(Note to reader: remember that I tend to live in the extremes of all or nothing, black or white, highs and lows!) Being content was to settle, to simply accept whatever comes your way, not taking the
proper steps that are necessary in achieving your goals. My husband would often say, “You really don’t believe that good things can just happen?” Honestly, I didn't. To me that would be relying on hope and wishful thinking, and not to mention lazy, I wouldn't be in control of my life.
But lately something strange has been happening, I’m having all these crazy thoughts and feelings. Although I keep trying to fight them off, they are proving to be pretty powerful. It’s like I’m experiencing these momentary feelings of...contentment. And oddly enough, I’m really liken’ it!
I decided that I better look up the meaning of this word (I have this weird love of dictionaries, and hand held calculators also!), after all, maybe I’ve had the wrong definition stuck in my head all this time.
Quietly satisfied and happy
Call me corny, but when I read this definition it made me feel good, I felt calm and at ease, I had and a strong sense of…….
Contentment
