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.
This is the first Christmas in six years of marriage in which my husband and I have had a reasonable amount of time off and a lesser amount of external commitments. It is an opportunity to establish our own traditions and imagine the future of Christmas celebration in our home. It is hard to consider … More Merry Christmas, from our family of two.
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.”