Happiness vs Contentment

Which do you pursue: happiness or contentment?

And do you perceive a difference between them?

happiness vs contentment

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I wasn’t a Spanish major, but I do remember learning  when to use ser,  “to be,” and when to use estar, also “to be.” The former has to do with identity — I am a wife and mother – and the latter is used for a temporary state or condition — I am tired of winter (Spanish majors, feel free to expound).

I see “happiness” as a state of being, a condition that comes and goes based on what’s going on external to me. If you’d asked me in my 20s or 30s which I was pursuing, I’d have said that happiness was higher on my scale. Who wants boring old stodgy contentment when you could have euphoric, exciting happiness?

But now? Now I know that dramatic highs and lows take a toll on my body and mind. Now I place a higher value on contentment, a trait I view as more enduring and one that comes from within. I’ve been cultivating inner contentment, which means I accept what is even as I desire to improve it.

I’d like to be able to say — even if it’s not proper Spanish — yo soy una persona contenta. I am a contented person.

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1001th: Just Keep Driving

I’ve been unmotivated to post anew because…this.

1000 blog posts leads to 1001

But I guess when your car’s odometer passes 100K, you just keep on driving.

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I had a post syndicated on BlogHer earlier this month and I invite you to check it out. Get your sexy on with these 5 yoga poses (some of them a skosh more difficult than the one shown below).

5 sexy yoga poses

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For a fascinating look at openness in parenting via donor gametes, check out this New York Times Motherlode piece by Dawn Bovasso, an egg donor 15 years ago and a mom via sperm donation today.

By being so willing to talk about Leo’s origins, my choice [to check the Open box] wasn’t just about genetics and the far future. It became about a community of people making the same choice and open to the same kind of sprawling family – right now. This community of half siblings and their moms isn’t anything I’d read about in any of the books or blogs, and it has been, quite honestly, the most moving and profound part of using a donor. With these choices, I have given myself something quite extraordinary, too.

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Open adoption parenting & mindful living