The Quest for Constant Contentment

Life has become mundane.

I had an epiphany last week. I was thinking about the times in my life I was happiest—not moments, but weeks. Months. Years. And they’re really easy for me to identify.

Nearly Nine Years

When I approached the counter of the Starbucks I’m currently writing this from, the barista, Michelle, greeted me by name. This Starbucks is across the city from where I live, so this was slightly concerning. However, it’s five minutes from Heritage Park where I’ve been going to rehearsal five times a week for the last two months.