Contentment

Now we come to the part of the year where my birthday and Christmas arrives in December. Every year, right around mid-September, Wonderwife pops the question: “So, what do you want for birthday/Christmas?” Of course I have not put any thought to it and am totally unprepared to answer effectively and refuse to do so because what if I blurt out the wrong thing under pressure and I end up actually GETTING IT. I would then have to conjure up some acting skills to pretend that I like it, right?

This year is no different except maybe my attitude towards receiving gifts. With so much economic irresponsibility out there, corporate abuse, lay-offs, not to mention we have yet to sell our home in Birmingham, it may be time to hunker down and store some nuts for the winter. In the course of the year, and years past, we have denied ourselves nothing. We took care of our needs and we had a chance to address our wants too. Therefore, I do not need anything as gifts. Yes, I have wants and Wonderwife has said that I need my “wanter” fixed, but I find myself in a new place this year.

I am content.

I had this revelation awhile back but didn’t pursue it until now. I have a gorgeous, intelligent, unselfish wife who supports me in just about everything I do. We were blessed with a beautiful child last year who makes me proud every day. I am a 35.9 year old man with loads of toys to play with and need to take out of the closet.

What do I want for my birthday? A job. All right, not just a job, but a career. A place where I can work with like-minded peers and earn their respect for my hard work.

For Christmas, I wish my Alabama home would sell so we can finally move on and plant seeds here in Texas.

In spite of these, I will remain content and happy.

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