happy birthday me

Today’s my birthday.

I’m 36.  

I could pretty much write the same thing every year.  “I thought I’d be married, I thought I’d have kids, but life is great.”

I’m probably one of the most contented discontented people there is.

Not much phases me.  I’m pretty even keel.  I don’t get too high or too low.  I keep expectations at a minimum.

Yet… I always demand more. I always want more.  I’m continually disappointed for the things I don’t have. 

Is it even possible to be content and yet want more?

Sure.

I don’t think I’ll ever stop wanting more and I’ll also never stop being grateful for what I have.