Today on the walk from work I felt discontent. I felt like all my life I have been close enough to the good life to know what it is but it eluded me just out of reach. As I drove home I realized that I was sinking deeper in to this mire of self-pity. I kept thinking of one thing after another that I was worried about. Then I realized that I had to come back to the moment.

I thought about what a joy it was to have a quiet moment in a nice little truck that worked well enough to give me a cool comfortable ride home on a beautiful spring day in lite traffic. I looked around at the people on the street and felt grateful that I have a wonderful family waiting for me at home and a comfortable house to live in.

Tonight I got to take a guy to a meeting and talk to him on the way home.