I’m finally at a place in my life where contentment is real. It’s not something I’m forcing. Or imagining. Or even hoping for. It’s a real feeling. A state of being for me. And it was a long time coming. Nothing in my life looks how I would have wanted for my age in life. I’m back in the classroom yet love it. I am still blogging because yea, why would I give up something that rejuvenates me? My life is the simplest of the core of what I could have imagined. All the deadweight that I was unnecessarily dragging has been dropped. Who I communicate with is super small.
Contentment is such a surreal feeling for me. It’s not something I knew I would reach, especially at 38. My life was always pushing to be on the go to reach a new level, accomplish a new goal or attain more success. Yet, all that I’ve done doesn’t matter as much to me as I thought it would. What matters to me is my peace of mind, being able to help my family, own the joy inside and live a nice quiet life. Being an introvert trying to live within extrovert standards was draining. So I stopped. I live by my standards.
My mouth has been toned down but believe me you can still get it if I need to say it. Trust that. However, I no longer join battles to speak up or fight for any and everyone. I allow the Holy Spirit to lead me to the fights and battles I’m to step into. Learned the hard way that I lost strength and energy fighting on behalf of others when it was my time to fight for myself. So yea, contentment. It’s here. It’s something that I want to solidify as a pillar of the foundation of my life.
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