Choosing to be content

I know that I have been a little more quite that I normally am.  When Dean asked me if I had been keeping up with blogging I said "no, no one really cares to read about my boring life."  He looked a little puzzled when he asked "so, all the people that you read about don't have regular lives?".  He had a point.  I wanted to give him a snarky reply.  Tell him that unlike the people I follow, I'm not pregnant, or buying a house, or have a cute kid, I'm not even doing fun things in a new relationship.  I'm certainly not about to amaze you with my fashion sense, or DIY skills.  Instead I just said "guess not", and buried my head further into my book. The thing is, I lied.  Some of my favorite blogs to read are written by girls in the same boat as me, who are happy with their lives - or at least embracing the stage of life they are in.  

A few weeks ago a good friend of mine sent me a link to this bog. She said it sounded like something she has heard me say a few times, and thought I would enjoy the read.    She was right.  It did sound like something I would have said.  Lately, I have really needed the reminder.  

Life isn't a race to see who has kids first or who can make their home look the most "blog worthy".We shouldn't be competing with each other.  Along those lines, I shouldn't be beating myself up because "I have nothing to blog about" (for the record, I would have plenty to blog about if I would stop feeling sorry for myself.).  I need to choose to find the beauty and joy in my own life.  Because if I don't, I will just continue to feel sorry for myself even after I have a baby or buy a house. You see, the root of the issue isn't that I have an incredibly boring  life. The root of the issue is discontentment.  

When I take a step back and look at my life objectively, I have so much to be thankful for.  I can just look at the circumstances of my childhood and see where I am now, and I know that I have a blessed life. Who am I to turn my nose up at God's blessings?  I have a roof over my head, a well paying job with full benefits and a flexible schedule, a loving husband who would do anything for me, amazing friends who encourage me and build me up.  I could go on and on. If I am content in this wonderful life I have been given, then I will have no need to envy anyone else's life.  I am learning to take full advantage of the joys that I have in my life, because if I don't, I will end up missing out on so much happiness.