On Being Satisfied

I was making a list - an assessment of my life a few days ago. I felt like I had lost the spark of activity, although I'm in the midst of many activities. I wondered what my goals in life were, what I was doing and where I was going. I had one goal for 2006 and I hit that in May. So now what?

As I made my list, I asked myself the question: "Am I satisfied?"

Being satisfied doesn't mean that I have completed all my projects or that they are necessarily successful; it means am I happy and satisfied with my life. And I was - am.

This is a shocking realization for me. I've never thought about or actively observed myself being satisfied. It's always been about improving, learning more, or different things or actively reaching for the farthest point on the horizon and working to hit it.

But I'm sitting here, on this plateau, or mountain top, or wide desert valley, and I know I can hit any horizon point I dare look at. But I like it here. I've worked hard to get here. And there are plenty of things to do. But I think I can stop shooting for the moon for a while. Because, I'm finally standing on it. And I just found the plans to build a landing module.