Satisfied?

I’m working on contentment.   It’s a hard thing this contentment gig.  I am remembering just a few months ago when I was complaining about stuff. I was so ready to get rid of stuff. 

Fast forward to now and I want some of that stuff back in my life.  I know that none of it will make me happy, or fulfilled or calm or peaceful. It’s like the chocolate I have every night.  Do I really need that chocolate?  Okay, just a few pieces might be good but a whole bar?  Really?

I’m a bit frustrated with myself at being back in this cycle again.  It seems that way at least.  This cycle of “bye bye stuff, I’m happy to be rid of you” and then the “hello, I need, I need, I want.” 

Webster defines contentment as being satisfied.  Satisfaction is providing freedom from worry.  See if I’m satisfied, then I am free.  And freedom feels really good.  It is wonderful in fact. 

But it’s a choice. A daily choice.  One that I have to choose every minute.  Do I see all the things I want, I need or do I rest in the fact that I have all I want or need? 

My family is together. We are healthy, we are safe, we are richly blessed.  That, in and of itself, is more than many people have in this world.  The stuff of this world, the things, those go away.  I have to constantly keep that thought in my head.  Stuff decays, rusts and molds (especially in South Florida).  People, time spent with them, memory making experiences…those are the things of value.  And if that’s what’s valuable, I’m very wealthy indeed!