Contentment is a word that I have always addressed with slight apprehension. I feared the delicate boundaries shared by contentment and complacency.
Even as a young child, I was kept awake at night with the whispers of fear that I would awake one day, significantly aged, and look back at my life with intense regret of making choices I was supposed to make, instead of those I desired to make.
Over the last 29 years, these whispers have somewhat guided my path, and for that, I am forever grateful.
I have always had a gypsy soul, my wild, red curls seem to sometimes reflect the essence of this, as they tend to go and do as they please. Even though my passionate spirit has led me on ferocious adventures, I am positive, I have never let a significant amount of time pass without following the path that felt right to me.
This journey has not been an easy one. There were times I disappointed and hurt loved ones for choosing to turn in a direction that they did not agree with. Although these choices were desperately hard to make, I choose to live my life with no regrets.
I have been infinitely blessed with family and friends to hold my hand, and sometimes drag me, when I needed it the most.
Over the last year, I have felt my gypsy soul settle in a bit. I have felt a conscious release of the unsettled ache in my bones I have felt for so long. This is the first time in my life I have felt utterly complete and content.
From walking around the Chicken Palace to listening to the quiet grazing of the goats, my gypsy soul looks around slowly and I feel no desire to uproot and find a new path.
I am exactly who I am supposed to be, where I am supposed to be and with who I am supposed to be. It is one of the most incredible experiences I have had so far.
Do you feel this same contentment in your life?
Until next time…