Unexpected Contentment

Anyone that knows me knows I like to bitch and complain. I’m not going to lie, that is true. Battling depression, you have your good days and your bad days. It’s very easy to see the glass as half empty instead of half full.

Well, tonight, anyway, I got a glimpse of the half-full glass.

I’m not sure where this vision came from. With the country going to hell in a hurry, I know my mind hasn’t been happy lately, but, tonight, anyway, I had a wave of contentment wash over me.

I went into my garage to plug in my car and I stopped to take a look around. I couldn’t help but think how good I have it. Materially, I have a great house, nice car, and pretty much anything I need. I have a great workout area to try to help me get in shape. I have a nice backyard that affords me the privacy that I have always wanted. I have a great motorcycle just sitting out in the garage. Again, I have everything I need.

Personally, I have a great, loving wife that puts up with so much from me. I have a great daughter. I also have two loving dogs (they love the wife more than me, but oh well). I am lucky enough to have both my parents still alive and still married. Both my in-laws are also still kicking and still married. I have great co-workers and a good job.

So, why am I so often unhappy?

That is the $64K question.

I know I often hear people talking about how happiness is a choice. I guess I can kind of see that, but not sure I buy it 100 percent. Sometimes, it just seems like the brain wants to be down. Wants to be depressed. Wants to be angry.

I don’t know. Maybe the glimmer of contentment stems from tomorrow being Friday. Oh, well, hard to tell. This weekend is the shortest of the year, at least here in Indiana where the time changes, thus before you know it, it will be Monday again.

There’s that half empty glass!



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