happy birthday me
Today’s my birthday.
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?
I don’t think I’ll ever stop wanting more and I’ll also never stop being grateful for what I have.