Just a few days ago, one of my agents posted an open-ended question on her Facebook page: “The word I will incorporate into my life for 2020 is improvement,” she said. “What will yours be?” Almost without hesitation, I typed a response. “Contentment.”
Admittedly, I’m a girl who wants. I want to change out the curtains (a project that’s already in the works). I want a country house. I want a vintage Mercedes. I want to lose 50 pounds. I want. I want. I want. But here’s the thing… I have.
I have a quiet, warm, comfortable home. I have a career that I love in a company I’d do anything for. I have- as of last week- a husband who still makes me swoony after almost 14 years together. I have the opportunity to wake every morning with a fresh pot of coffee and a book. I have a wonderful life, and, I’m sure, I have enough.
2019 was truly a year for the books for both the Mister and I. I hope that in 2020, I can learn to breathe and be satisfied with all my life has. Friends, family, stuff, ideas. Truth be told, I really do have it all, but there are times I want more, despite not needing anything more at all. I don’t know how to do contentment. If one resolves to not eat bread in the new year or to find a new job, those are resolutions that you can do. They’re tangible. How does one resolve to be content?
The answer to that question, friends, is one that I promise to look for in the coming days.
I’m hoping your New Year begins with a bang, whatever that means to you. Whether you’re hosting an all-night party for 100, playing Jenga with the kiddos, or stepping out for a 5-course meal. For us? I think there’s a bottle of Veuve and a bucket of chicken calling our name. However you celebrate, cheers, my loves.