contentment
The dog is curled up at my feet whilst I work. Did I say “at” my feet. I meant ON my feet. He has found a way to coil himself around and over them like a furry pretzel. Is he happy? Or is he already feeling anxious about what will happen when I have to get up.
I met with several people this morning that I love working with. We were meeting about creating something new together. At some point I realized with great satisfaction that I value them so much that it doesn’t matter exactly how this new thing plays out. I am happy participating with them in the now. The unfolding itself is a don’t miss experience.
It doesn’t preclude having a vision for the future. It just means that I don’t have to judge my experience of now by the future outcome. This contentment is, I think, why I feel so happy being there.
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