(Dis)contentment
I've never thought of myself as discontented. I love being alive and I like to think I'm aware of the many blessings God has showered upon me, both spiritual and physical. Recently, though, I've noticed a thought pattern that threatens my contentment. It's so subtle and sneaky and enjoyable to wallow in that I very nearly didn't catch it. With big changes to our lives coming up soon, JW and I have been discussing and planning for our future more, and job prospects in particular are exciting to think about. Along with that comes the thought of the real salary for both of us, and along with that thought comes: Phew. We won't have to scrimp and save forever. At some point I'll be able to buy nice clothes and eat out at places that cost more than a grand total of $10 for BOTH of us. And then it inevitably morphs into: Well, not really. We'll need to get a car, a place to stay, the cost of living in Malaysia is so high, and we'll need t...