There is always more to do, and more to want.
But today, just for this afternoon: contentment.
snowy day, lunch with a friend, a visit to an art museum, a short to-do
list that for once I did not overload with the impossible, most of the
weekend still ahead of me. These are the things that make up my
contentment--and of course the pile of books next to me.
What are the components of your moments of contentment? What makes you say, "This--right here--is good"?