I am not a morning person.
I tend to be an individual who reluctantly gets out of bed at the last possible minute in order to meet the first deadline. For some reason I got an early start the other day and found myself eating my breakfast in the kitchen without the need to hurry. As I sat down (opposed to my usual practice of standing at the counter shoveling in food while multitasking), I became aware of the sun slanting through the windows and the sound of beautiful piano music in the air. And without any effort whatsoever, I experienced a great spirit of contentment flooding my entire being. The most extraordinary sensation of well being.
Webster’s defines “contented” as: manifesting satisfaction with one’s possessions, status or situation. I wonder if it is possible to cultivate contentment? To redirect the mind away from coveting, planning, anticipating, expecting and brooding into a more appreciative state of mind. Contentment is an unfamiliar dialect for me and I suspect like all new languages I will have to study its various grammatical structures in order to speak it freely. I imagine fluency with contentment begins with savoring the moment – not just the sweetness of a leisurely morning but the traffic moment, the repeating instructions moment, the arguing moment, the moment of hunger and the moment of tears.
If that sensation of satisfaction can be captured and repeated I think I may become a contentment addict~“The greater part of our happiness or misery depends upon our dispositions and not upon our circumstances.” ~Martha Washington “Good friends, good books and a sleepy conscience: this is the ideal life.” ~Mark Twain