…. Or at least contentment.
By the way, Happy Birthday, Mark!
I had a flash the other day about an internal life motto-thing that has changed from when I was younger. When I was in high school/college my attitude about grades was, “Expect to fail. That way any grade you get over an F will make you happy.” It’s a slacker’s motto, but I certainly wasn’t stressed out about making all A’s, that’s for sure.
Now, as an adult, I realize that this saying is true for me:
Lowering your standards will increase your capacity for joy.
I’m prepared to defend this.
I don’t mind wearing crummy clothes. I am content with my wardrobe.
Fine dining doesn’t interest me, I’m content with eating whatever I make (or order from Runza).
My kids are having a rough day? Ok, this is tough, but knowing that maybe it is just my own expectations that are contributing to my brain anyeryism, that makes me scale it back a bit.
I like crummy gas station coffee when I’m out and about. It’s cheap and has caffeine.
This is coming from a whole internal dialogue that I often have, and maybe someday I’ll ramble on more about it, but for now – this is good enough.
(See what I did there?)
Brad says
I have tried not become an audiophile for this reason. High quality sound equipment is expensive. If I can hear the music, that’s enough.
Peggy says
You.are.my.hero! Please ramble on more….ramble a whole book on this.
Lauren's mom says
You are your mother’s daughter. 🙂
Ron Royuk says
We and everyone loves you just the way you think you are!!!!!!!!!