“Until you make peace with yourself, you will never be content with what you have.”
I had a birthday a few weeks ago. In fact, I’ve had so many birthdays I am at an age that the child in me never thought I’d be alive to see. I’ve grown older and somewhere along the way, I’ve grown up.
When I tell you I hope you have a great time on your vacation because you deserve it – I mean it.
When I tell you I love what you’ve done with your home – I mean it.
When I tell you I am thrilled your new business is booming – I mean it.
And when I say I mean it, I really do.
I didn’t always.
I didn’t always mean it if you were traveling to a place I wanted to visit, your home was nicer than mine, or you had the courage to take a leap when I did not. Sometimes my good wishes were jaded with a hint of jealousy, a tinge of self- regret, or a dab of self-doubt. It wasn’t ever anything to do with you, it was always a measure of me and my accomplishments against some impossible standard. I never measured up.
And then . . . I broke the measuring stick. Snapped it right in two. Yes, it was a clean break and no, it didn’t happen overnight.
As soon as I realized it was gone, I breathed a sigh of relief.
And then. . . I brought out a new stick. Not the same kind of stick, but a stick nonetheless.
Surprised? Don’t be. I am a woman. I am not static. And I want more. Yes more. I want more time, love, and chances to make a difference. I am content with what I have but don’t confuse contentment with complacency. I want more of the success, confidence, or work arrangements of others because it reflects possibility and is of value to me and not because of a misguided young adult matter of justice.
Most of the time.
Sometimes I want what others have just because I do. I am content with what I have, but I am no angel.
A special shout out to @kelly_mitton for tweeting out the quote just when I needed it the most.
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