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  1. Becca
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    In the past year or two I’ve felt restless for the first time in a long time. The other time I can remember feeling that way was when my son was an infant. I loved him dearly, but that time in my life made me rather crazy.

    Contentment – now that is a different animal. I feel flashes of it – usually when I’m with my son or my husband, or when I’m home reading, writing, playing piano, cooking, playing with the dogs. Contentment is walking in the park or on the beach. But it’s not the way I feel about my life in a global sense. There are too many pockets of restlessness for that to be true.

    It must be wonderful to feel that “pretty much every thing I’m doing is exactly what I should be doing at that very minute.” I’m striving for that 🙂

    (I feel a blog post coming on…thanks for some inspiration)

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