Someone recently gave me a beautiful image of contentment when they told me, “I love my life. It’s the life I always dreamed of having.”
I know their story. The level of abuse and trauma and poverty and neglect they were raised in — chaos –is unimaginable for most of us. Discontent could be justified if they wanted to claim it. They don’t.
They have the normal struggles of life: Money, Moods, Sex, Work, Kids, Partner, Extended Family Drama. Yet, they have learned to be content.
Accepting it. Changing what they can change. Letting the rest be as it is. The practice of contentment.
Contentment isn’t living a fairy tale. Contentment is living in reality.
Being content is not easy. Anything worth learning takes practice, practice, and still more practice. Contentment is learned.