The Trouble with Discontentment.


I haven’t quite decided where the border is on discontent as it transitions to unhappiness. They seem to be related, and entirely separate at the same time.

The impetus behind this post is the mounting discontent that seems to exist in my professional life, as it relates to its encroachment into my personal life. Work seems to take up more and more of my personal life, dictating my schedule and engagements, and lately, preventing me from doing anything, by having me work a prolonged overnight shift. These things are alright in the short term, but they have ceased to be beneficial to me.

The only real reason that I mention any of this is to put my thoughts on paper. This seems to temporarily satiate my need to complain to people.

This brings up an interesting logical roadblock/paradox though:
A.) Do I tell myself that other people have it worse, and therefor placate myself with logic and empathy?
B.) Do I use the frustration as a catalyst for change?

Are there emotions available to do both, or is this a fork in the road?
Is there a way to simultaneously be content, but frustrated enough to motivate a change?

I will continue to examine these issues, and let you know how it goes.



What’s in a name?

“Twenty years from now you will be more disappointed by the things you didn’t do than by the ones you did do. So throw off the bowlines. Sail away from the safe harbor. Catch the trade winds in your sails. Explore. Dream. Discover.”
-H. Jackson Brown, Jr.’s Mother

This quote, which is popularly attributed to Mark Twain, was unfortunately not said by him. However, it is a fantastic quote.

After lots of time lost lamenting the fact that I don’t have a collective place to put my jumbled thoughts, I decided that it was time to stop making excuses about not having enough time, and just start writing. Writing for me, as it is with most people, just seems to be good for the soul. There’s something to be said for putting pen to paper; for getting your thoughts out of your head and onto some medium. Sometimes they look better, sometimes worse, but I almost always feel better, more directed, and more focused. I always said that it took my brain from running 100 miles an hour, and slowing it down to the speed that I write (or type, in this case) is good for everyone. I still contend that this is the case.

So about the title of this blog… Connecting the dots has been an idiom for “figuring things out.” You hear it a lot in detective shows, on mystery novels. I say it a fair bit, as far as that goes, being neither a detective, nor a writer. However, it occurred to me that the phrase likely came about as a result of the children’s activity. For those unfamiliar (I imagine here that: 1. people will read this blog eventually, and 2. you have been living under a rock until now), you start with a series of scattered dots on a page, which looks like nothing special. Each dot has a number associated with it. You put your pencil down at dot #1, and draw a straight line to dot #2. From there, you draw a straight line to #3, and so on until you run out of dots. You will then have a sketch of something.

I like the idea of this, because it shows that you can create something from what seems, at first glance, to be a mess of independent dots. To me, those dots represent my thoughts, or ideas about life. I’m sure that they can be connected, but I don’t know yet. I hope that by writing things out, that I can explain some things. I’m worried that this picture might look insane, or similar to something “A Beautiful Mind-esque,” but I’m genuinely excited to see how it goes.

Beautiful Mind Reference

There of course, are several flaws with this idea, such as thinking that ideas aren’t interconnected, and that there are straight-line conclusions to all of them, but I digress… Don’t want to ruin the blog name.. 😉