Being content

This weekend is the first one I have had in several weeks where I didn’t have a full schedule. I had some things to do around the house, watched a bunch of movies, did some reading, nothing too terribly stimulating. No thinking, no writing to speak of.

I threw a bunch of junk away.

I enjoyed it.

I almost always enjoy myself, even by myself.

Am I just settling for an adequate life? Am I not living life to the utmost?
I suppose a lot of people might think so.

Do I care?
Nuh Uh.

Settling? Adequate?
Comfortable?

Or content? Peaceful?

Yes, that.
And I’m enjoying it.

%d bloggers like this: