I’ve come to believe that we describe life using words like “boring”, “dull”, etc. because we’ve come to expect too much of it. Society tells us that exciting, zany days at the office followed up by endless social drunken parties are the norm, with fulfilling charity endeavors in conjunction with a hilarious life partner thrown into the mix. Who really lives like that? And how we’ve set ourselves up for disappointment to expect it.
I continue to struggle with understanding what I’ve come to see as the balance between contentment and happiness. The distinction for me is that contentment represents what I create for myself day-to-day...a job well done, a clean house, investment in my health, showing up for life. Happiness is sprinkled in...a great joke, pride when DS takes initiative...but happiness is beyond my control and dependent on the actions of others. So I choose to enjoy my contentment, and appreciate happiness when it occasionally rears its head.
Alcohol stole contentment, the gift I can give myself.
Just my thoughts...
-bora