Happy monday and sorry right off the bat for the heavy question, but it just seems the time to ask it!  How much of your week do you spend wishing things were different, vs. being happy in or at least accepting the moment?  I find myself often wishing for other things, and not quite settling for what I have or what my life is like.  It’s an undercurrent of discontent that I’d like to banish, but still have trouble with.  It’s part itch, part wistfulness, part a heavy sadness for the way things are generally in the world, and always the desire to be doing something that is closer to my heart and more tangibly entwined in the earth and living (as opposed to working to live).