For the last forty-five minutes I’ve been tooling around on my blog, adding new bits to the sidebar, cleaning it up, and trying to find a way to say what I was thinking.
Part of the problem was that I couldn’t figure it out until just now — I’m content. Things are going pretty well in my life, and I’m pleased with it. Oh, there are definite ways to improve it, and I do want to pursue a forward path, but I am not uneasy where I am.
This isn’t my usual state — I’ve always been thinking of what comes next, what’s better than this and how do I get there, let’s pretend I’m 7 instead of 5 (I actually said this to my Mom once). Always moving ahead of myself, or feeling stuck and unhappy where I was. Not now, though.