The prophetess Sheryl Crow speaks to me in my car. Before you meter out the measure of mockery such a silly sentence brings, hear me out.
She might be on to something when she says: It's not having what you want, it's wanting whatcha got.
It may not be said eloquently, but this embracing what we have seems to be the secret to contentment.
(I wrote 'contempt' while telling the startled dog to stop barking. That may be another post.)
Still I find myself irritable all week, loving most bits of my hectic schedule but frantic that I can't get to other things I want: writing, reading, making jewelry, having tea with friends.
I'm reassessing my expectations and taking a long look at how to bring balance back into my world. Today, I feel calm, and able.
I let you know how long that lasts.
cool balancing rocks courtesy of Google images