Contentment Can Be Found In Looking Back
I am learning there are certain activities that make me feel more content and activities that make me feel discontent. Rushing makes me feel discontent. Shopping often makes me feel discontent. Exposure to too much advertising makes me feel discontent. Unrealistic expectations also make me feel discontent.
However, I tend to experience contentment when I slow down, when I strive to accomplish less, when I embrace quiet, and when I focus on doing one thing at a time. Everything seems to fade into perspective through these habits. The good of my life shines through the broken pieces.
My grandparents are teaching me I can also experience contentment by looking back.
I began the process of interviewing my grandparents this week. After interviewing my dad’s father, my Grandpa Pickies this morning, I spent a few moments wondering around his property. I walked past the pond where I spent my childhood swimming in the summers and ice skating in the winters. I watched the creek gurgle past that I splashed around in with my cousins. I sat under the willow tree where I would tell stories to the cows. I looked into the woods where I climbed trees and purposely got lost for a whole days at a time.
And I cried.
I cried because looking back allows me to claim all that has been good about my life even as I grieve the broken pieces. My contentment seemed to grow a little stronger today. I see my grandparents do the same as they tell their stories.
I do not mean to imply they had it easy. My grandparents, stories are peppered with the common struggles of the Great Depression and World War II. My mom’s mother, who is my Grandma Marlene*, told me she lived in a tent for one full summer and winter because they were so poor. And yet in the very same breath, she described the dancing parties her parents would throw and the beautiful clothes her aunt made for her when she was a child.
I can learn so much when my grandparents look back because their experiences teach me what to value in the present such as happy times with friends, the treasure of a gift made with care and the roof over my head.
Contentment can be found in looking back.
I know contentment is a vital part of learning to live a more sustainable and simple life. Contentment is settling. Contentment is free.
How do you cultivate contentment in your life? How do you settle yourself? How do you gain perspective?
*I think I am going to use my grandparents’ first names as I refer to them in order to respect their privacy - except for my Grandma and Grandpa Pickies because “Pickies” was my nickname for them. The creek pictured above is the one I played in as a kid at my Grandma and Grandpa Pickies’ house.




