“And how is work going?”
“Work is going good, I really can’t complain. But . . . I don’t know I have been in kind of rut, it is hard to focus.” *My mother made some soothing listening nosies* “I’m not sure exactly what is wrong because honestly I have a great job with great bosses, I should be happy with it.” *more soothing listening noises*
Then finally realizing I would never get there on my own, she chimed in, “You’re restless.”
“Well, I mean I don’t know . . . yeah I suppose you are right. I’m restless.”
My whole life I have struggled to be content, even in the times when life is relatively good. I didn’t want to live my whole life waiting for the next best thing. I had to learn to think of life as a journey not a destination. It wasn’t so much about where I was going in life that mattered but what happened along the way. It helped with the restlessness because I started seeing life as something to enjoy as is and not as somewhere I needed to get to. I do mean helped. I am far from cured.
I started spending a lot of time reading and thinking about what it meant to actually enjoy my life no matter where I was or what my circumstances were. Life gets hard and it moves way too fast. I have been trying to find ways to make the most out of the time I have and the best out of the bad situations. In my youth and naivety I decided to create a list of things which have helped enjoy my life a little bit more. I don’t want to saying that this list has made me happy, because happiness is fleeting and not something that can be permanently attained. But these things have at least made me happier and less restless.