But there is The space between contentment and striving for more that gets me every time. Why do I have such a strong drive and so often I feel that it conflicts with the inner desire to just be content with what I have. 

 

Why can’t what I have be good enough?

 

I have found that looking around at others for my barometer for contentment leaves me feeling empty and sad and like I am missing out. But when I stop and think about what I do experience in my life on a regular basis, I have soooo much to be thankful for and when I list and acknowledge those things, I feel so much better. 

 

Why do the Sally’s and the Joe’s in our life always seem to get what we want?