Perspective

They come every year. They cause stress, happiness, commotion, and merriment to name a few. The Holidays. This year I have been focused on one thing: what my perception of contentment is. In years past, it might have been focused on material items or lack there of, or on friends who didn't call to hang out. I've been doing some pondering. Does it really matter if we have 50 pairs of shoes or a really nice car? Does it really matter if we have the biggest, nicest house with all the most stylish furniture? Does it really matter how cool we are (perception!) in the eyes of others and in our own eyes?

I think about parents who's children are losing the battle to cancer at an age far too young. Would they give everything to have my few humble belongings and meager salary if their child was as healthy as mine are? I reckon so. When the December storms pass over the island, I think of all the families that don't have adequate shelter over their heads. I am humbled and grateful for my little home with little rooms on a little lot. It might not be a sight to see, but it is ours and it serves its main purpose: shelter.

It is all about perspective. I have enough. I am happy. I am loved. I am full. I am grateful. I am good enough. I am thankful. I am blessed.