“Contentment is a pearl of great price, and whoever procures it at the expense of ten thousand desires makes a wise and a happy purchase” -John Balguy
I'm blessed. I recognize this and every day I am grateful for the thousand little things I *do* have which make my life so rich. I am working with incredible focus to navigate my life with an assumption of blessedness and an air of gratitude, but dammit if sometimes I don't slip into that want-it-bad-gotta-have-it mode!
Why Kim (you say in shock and horror!)! You? Admitting to an imperfection?! Yes, dear readers, I am most assuredly the most imperfect person I know. I guess it could be worse. I could have a penchant for ridiculous designer shoes and/or handbags, fabulous automobiles or couture wardrobes...but I do have weaknesses. Here are two of them:
Food. Intellectually, I understand that we eat food to live, but I live to enjoy food. I love everything about it...the colors, the smells, the sounds it makes when its being prepared, the flavors, the emotions it evokes, the sharing of a meal with a loved one. I love watching TV cooking shows. I love reading the food section of any newspaper. I love pouring through foodie magazines. I love reading restaurant reviews. I love trying new recipes. I love dining and fun new restaurants. I struggle with this daily, meal-by-meal, snack-by-snack. I AM the potential 500 lb woman. Even though my tummy says "hey brain, I'm full!" if a delicious cookie presents itself to me, I MUST eat it! If I'm dining out and my tummy says "hey, brain, I'd be totally happy with a small salad" but then my eyes see a deliciously written menu option, I MUST order it! It sucks, but I'm working on it.
Camera Geekery. I have a fucking awesome camera. It helps me create some fabulous images, is reliable, sturdy and pretty damn near everything I need. But those evil geniuses at Nikon feel the need to release a newer, better, faster, bigger, zoomier, prettier, more fabulous camera every six months that makes my heart skip a few beats and my tummy get all butterfly-ey. I just know that in my heart of hearts I will be quickly propelled to Annie Liebovitz skill level if only I acquire this amazing hunk of camera flesh but then the damned $8k price tag knocks me back to reality and I realize I'd be perfectly happy with this one. Sigh. Then I look at my wonderful D200 sitting over there on the corner of my desk looking at me with that pitiful "aren't I good enough for you anymore?!" look on its lens and admit I really should be content with what I have and also be happy to keep that spare $3k in my pocket!
Don't even get me started on some of my other want-its such as vintage ephemera, fragrances and/or scented bath products, or computer geekery...
I guess the question is while we are, by nature, bent towards wanting more, how does one live a life conscious of CONTENTMENT in place of DESIRE? Is it even possible (short of donning the saffron robes and shaving our heads) in this society to aspire to such a place of purity?
What are the cravings that tempt YOU from that divine state of contentment?!















