...(actually I'd prefer to define 'contentment'): where reality meets or exceeds your expectations of what reality should be.
That's my opinion, anyway.
And on that note, I'm off to bed. And I do not expect to enjoy an unbroken night's sleep!
(And I'm not talking "how's yer father", by the way. I'm talking little girl with bad cough and cold who needs frequent cuddles day _and night_ at the moment)!
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OOoh - I'm hoping you didn't hear the thing on Radio 4 on Christmas Day about Happiness? It was one of those shouty "Start the Week" sort of debates, where everyone had a different definition, and just got cross because the others didn't agree with them. I lay there listening to it getting more and more irritated and frustrated. (It was Christmas Day folks - why weren't my children climbing all over me by 7:30 in the morning?!)
So, if you don't expect too much of yourself, you should succeed at it, therefore bringing contentment and ultimately happiness?
Or, will I just spend the rest of my life unhappy, having realised I never challenged myself or life, therefore never achieving my full potential and being left unfulfilled, discontent and ultimately unhappy?
Atleast now, I know I just took a minor diversion and I'm getting there!
And we've had a household of annoying coughs and sniffles for a few weeks, my own included, what_a_pain! The number of nights I had to decamp to the settee so my coughing didn't disturb poor hubby (although I did wait until 4.30am, just to make sure...)
I was awake at 6.15 on Christmas morning, bored, fidgetty, grumpy waiting for the children to get up. They eventually surfaced about 7.15am, I ask you. How inconsiderate!
Michael went to bed perfectly on Christmas eve and woke up slightly later than usual on Christmas day. He was more than happy to have a full and leisurely breakfast before going into the living room 'to see whether he'd been'.... What's all that about then?
Louise - you seem very happy in your own skin to me. You have achieved great things - 4 of them. I, on the other hand, do not have the stamina to produce or bring up any more children. I am waving the whilte flag on that one! (Thankfully I can pretend that .... erm.... Mario's far tooo old for us to have any more babies......)!!
I do think that everyone's definition of 'happiness' will differ (hence the arguments on Radio 4, p'haps?) - and that we are all better off (and happier) when we do not have the luxury of being able to spend too much time and effort striving to achieve it!
I'm far more comfortable with myself of late, but it has taken sometime.
I think happiness is subjective, thus the arguments about it. Each is entitled and likely to be happy in theirown (different) way.
I wouldn't recommend having hoards of children to anyone, I wouldn't necessarily say that having four has made me happy, although it was always the plan. (There was a logic to it, but I shan't bore you with it!) My prefered option was none, but then the love of my life wouldn't have married me...
But yes, essentially these days, I am content. Now, I just need a home in the mountains somewhere. One day!
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