Heh. Sorry for the lame Les Mis reference, and that’s not what I mean anyway. I mean that at the end of the day, if you have done your best, if you’ve treated people with kindness and respect, if you’ve been honest with and loving to your family and friends, and if you are grateful for the blessings in your life — then you have no choice but to experience at least some contentment.
In spite of some unexpected scenarios popping up with the show, and the requisite stress that comes with encroaching performances and hanging details, I am largely content this day.
We don’t allow ourselves to experience it often enough, in my opinion. Americans are seemingly hard-wired to fret and scheme and wring every possible minute of work out of every day. It’s like if we’re not exhausted by 10 p.m., we have wasted the last 24 hours. We have to stop that.
What if we were to say, “I am going to deal with my life today projecting an attitude of contentment, to wit, if I can’t change a thing, I will work around it/with it. I won’t let it destroy my day or rob me of joy.” Imagine the worry (which solves nothing) and stress (which’ll eventually kill you) you will avoid. That hasta count for something.
OK, fiends. Ready, steady, do it. Try on some contentment for size.