The little moments
It seems like life is made up of the little moments that mean so much. You just can't wait for some huge momentous occasion to give meaning to your life. "I'll only be happy if ... I get that vacation to the Bahamas ... if I see a Broadway play ... if I climb Longs Peak" is a recipe for disaster. Not that any of those things are bad - I've been to the boulder field on Longs Peak, and could go to a play any time I wanted - life is finding the joy in ... the crickets chirping outside on a warm summer evening; birds at the bird feeder; a grandchild running to hug you when you visit. For a long time I've said that you need something you can do that is simple, cheap and satisfying - trips to the library, watering and weeding the garden, morning walks, thrift store shopping - but part of it is almost being determined to let it be OK. You have to be satisfied with something simple; to look for ways to enjoy something, even if you've done it before. There's something about recalling the initial time you enjoyed it and not letting yourself become jaded.

I've certainly been bored, perhaps to my detriment - I had to leave Wyoming because I was bored to tears and sick of the wind - and I'm guessing there is some sort of balance between embracing challenges and accepting status quo. But along the way, a person has to look for the delightful, unexpected, or comforting things, and just let it be what it is.