There is a certain contentment that comes with doing something well.
Whether it’s for something you’re making money from, or merely something you do because you love it. Or you could be one of the lucky ones who love what you do, do what you love, and make money.
It could be seeing the pattern in a crochet blanket come together.
It could be piping the perfect rosette on a cake.
It could be crafting the perfect sentence in a blog post.
It could be hitting the right note, singing your favorite song.
It could be the oohs and aahs you get from your children, when you build the perfect Lego tower.
It could be the look of gratitude in the eyes of someone you helped in your profession.
It could be the praise you receive from the stranger in aisle 4 of the grocery store, for your well-behaved children.
It could be that perfect rule-of-three-photograph you took.
Whatever it is, you put thought into it. You lovingly paid mind to it. You were present for it, 100%. You took pride in it. You want to do it again, and again, and again.
For me, there are two things I do that I put thought into, I pay mind to, I am present for, 100%, that I take pride in. Children not included, because by default, they are my everything.
Writing. I’ve been writing since I could hold a pencil. Stories, poetry, song lyrics, essays, articles, now, this blog. It’s something that’s such a fundamental part of my makeup, that I would be adrift without it. I didn’t always write well (bad poetry can attest to this), and I don’t always write well now. When I labor it too much, my words get stuck. It does not flow. Putting thought, paying mind, present for, proud of – yes. But not laboring, forcing, not-flowing.
When I finish writing something, reread it, and think, I like it, I did good – there is that feeling of contentment, of having done something well.
The other? Is my work. Social media excites me, lights a fire in me that was fading after years of being out of the work force, of not really using my brain for much, beyond meal planning and figuring out a small child’s needs.
I completed four blog evaluation and strategies last week. I worked on them all week when the kids were napping, and after they went to bed. I slept at 1.00 AM every night, but I didn’t mind. I was having a blast. I felt alive and in my element. I could almost hear the wheels in my brain turn again.
I was putting thought and paying mind, I was present and I walked away each day, feeling pride in my work.
The thing is? The more I wrote and worked, the more I was able to be fully present with my children. I wasn’t distracted, glancing at my phone, thinking about something else. I was there. I played, I laughed, I talked, I took pictures, I hugged and kissed, I loved.
Who’d have thought?
What are you feeling content about lately?