Seems like everyone by Valentine’s Day is either sick of their resolution(s) or at least we’ve moved on from talking about them or making them. I’m slow.
I usually make a resolution. Mine are typically general, vague, and mostly immeasurable, and that works for me. Last year my resolution was to make more of an effort in putting myself together. Mostly that meant to shower and get dressed for the day every morning. Wear jewelry most days. Very reachable and enjoyable.
I think the year before I made the goal to only eat what was delicious. That was a fun goal. I gave myself permission to not finish something if I didn’t like how it tasted. I don’t think I stuck to that one. I still like to clean my plate.
This year, my goal is simply put and hard to complete: be more content.
Contentment. Satisfaction with where I am, what I have, and what I’m doing. This isn’t lazy; this is hard work. If I’m content, that means I’m going to take better care of what I have because I’m not giving myself permission to buy something new just because I want it. So I’m washing my slipcovers so my furniture looks really nice even though it is all the cheap stuff from IKEA. I’m going to dye my jeans that are fading, making them black again because a bottle of black dye is $2 and new jeans are… a lot more. I’m not even going to price them out because I don’t need new jeans. I’m not going to complain about the weather where I live, longing for anywhere but here, but I’m going to enjoy the seasons as they come. I’m going to have more margin and not pack my day so full my peace spills out and over the edge of a glass too filled.
There’s a lot of “being present” that seems to be a side-effect of striving to live content.
How about you? What are your contentment killers? What helps you feel a sense of contentment?