Boxing Day Blues: Patience, Hope, and Contentment.

I’m impatient. Vaguely discontent and inexplicably sad, Boxing Day finds me struggling to stay hopeful. It’s a delicate balance, being hopeful and being content, optimism about the future and rootedness in present reality. I find myself plagued by a sense of my own inability to control outcomes; I am seemingly at the mercy of external … More Boxing Day Blues: Patience, Hope, and Contentment.

“Contentment, thy name is certainly not Shannon.”

I am not the person who radiates contentment.  I think on some level I feel like being content in circumstances that are less than acceptable to me is giving in, saying it is okay when it isn’t, resigning myself to a fundamentally unsupportable situation. I know that really, my contentment or discontentment are not terribly material … More “Contentment, thy name is certainly not Shannon.”