Now, granted, Christmas is past and Santa has already flown back to the North Pole, but if Jesus is reading this, that'd be pretty cool.
All right, I know I'm pushing it a bit; yet sometimes I can't seem to help myself.
Sadly, contentment isn't exactly something I learned in between algebra (which I never really got) and those dreaded SAT exams (which turned my already challenged brain into a complete pile of zombie mush.)
That "grass is always greener mentality" seems to lurk in the back of my mind at the most inopportune moments.
Ok, mostly when I stand on the scale and pray with revival meeting-like fervor that the numbers will be kind. Or that the bon bons I shoveled into my mouth two days ago, will have had a chance to liquify their assets from my body before this weigh in.
(Btw, no on both counts.)
So what's a girl to do in this situation?
I've found what usually works for me is to stop and just take a deep breath, so my brain has a chance to slow down.
(This also limits the possibility of it actually exploding or turning into a bunch of overstimulated fried wires.)
Gradually, the nagging monster of discontent fades and i can, once again, appreciate the positives staring back at me.
No, Victoria's Secret won't be slapping a pair of wings and jewel encrusted bra on me anytime soon, but if I'm not content where I am right now, being a size zero probably won't fix matters either.
If we truly live and believe these words, contentment is bound to follow.
And maybe we'll spend less time scrutinizing the "have-nots," and more effort magnifying the "haves" themselves.