Thursday, September 2, 2010
"Success is getting what you want; happiness is wanting what you get." ~Ingrid Bergman
A friend asked me the other day if I was happy with the move and everything. I told her yes, I am actually truly happy. I can't remember ever being happy short of having my kids. Sometimes I thought I was, but I have never had this feeling before.
Maybe it's simply being content. Satisfied with exactly what I have. I have enough. More than enough in some cases. No, I haven't gotten everything I dreamed of yet (remember, star wish is still open), but what God has blessed us with in this move is astounding. I have three very happy children with lots of new friends and adventures. I have a great apartment and everything even works in it.
And I have my job. It is nowhere near what I expected. Not in a million years. I'm exhausted. I missed lunch two days already. Dizzy with all that's going on. We had one of those firefighting meetings the other day to discuss lessons learned and all the procedures that got missed. The President looked at me and said "that's why we hired you - to fix all of these problems." No pressure. Would have been nice to know going in; I would have asked for more money. But I love it. It's insane really. THIS is not my dream job. Or is it?
God doesn't always give us what we ask for. It makes us mad sometimes. I mean, what harm would it do to have those things? Other people get them. But I know He always gives us what we need. Is this one of those times? It very well might be. And I need to get over the part about it being all about me. Maybe I'm there to help someone (or a lot of someones) out. I need to keep that in mind. We never know for sure our purpose until much later.
So I'm happy. I guess you gathered that already. Maybe success is growing up enough to know that what you already have can make you happy...