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October 17

FISHING FOR CONTENTMENT


Fishing for contentment is a wonderful pastime but what is used for bait? Is there a delicacy to dangle before contentment to lure it into my life? Can I crumble the best biscotti and leave a trail to my door? I don’t believe contentment swims around waiting to be caught. I think it’s more like the wild yeast that finds its way to my starter. If I put the ingredients in my life, contentment will rise to the occasion.


Renew your own understanding of the word NO.

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Where do I live?


Fleeter of foot is my goal.
I race to catch the prize thoroughbreds as they flee.
I play chase, I win, I lose, I fall in the mud, I break my leg.

None of this does anything for the horses either,
they are loose and confused;
off like a shot, but nowhere to go.

I buy better shoes, hire a trainer,
put reflective tack on the stallions and the mares.
In short I go broke.

I had the world of possibilities before me and it ran away;
all because I didn’t close the barn door.




You are reading selections from Sober on the Way to Sane and More Lines From My Life by Sherrie Theriault