When the workload is heavy, my mind drifts to “perfect” moments.

Those moments usually involve being free of work, sitting in a reclining lawn chair reading a good book, sipping iced tea, and listening to the birds and the wind in the trees. No schedules, no deadlines, no commitments.

This week, I had a relapse in recovery from the mono that struck me last month.  One very strong, magic pain pill and tons of sleep later, I am 80% free of pain, afraid to push myself lest another relapse occur, and am, therefore, doing nothing.

Meaning, I am free of work, sitting in a reclining lawn chair reading a good book, sipping iced tea, and listening to the birds and the wind in the trees. No schedules, no deadlines, no commitments.

So, why am I not enjoying it?

It’s the “perfect” moment, isn’t it?

Do our ideal scenarios have to be wrapped in 100% health, exotic locations, and schedules of our choosing, in order to be enjoyable?

It makes me wonder how often we have the ideal already, but wrapped up and delivered in a different manner than what we had intended.

Does the packaging and the delivery matter?  Must perfect moments arrive on our schedule?

They say it’s only human to never be satisfied.  To that, I say “poppycock.”  I want to be satisfied, while still wanting to better my life.

I think that satisfaction—just like happiness—is more of a decision than a situation.

Here’s to being satisfied with what we’ve got…however and wherever we find it.

Are you with me?

Now, going forward, I must remember to add “beside the ocean,” and “bug-free” to that perfect outdoor scenario I described…