The art of being content. It's something tricky that word. Content. I can be happy. It's having a laugh with my children, doing something I enjoy, being with people I love. All those things are moments which make me happy. Smily, "oh what fun" kind of times. Think Pharrell's 24 hour Happy dance kind of times. And then I check Facebook, read an article, watch the news and something will take me back to the reality of life where there are things to want, people to compare yourself to, stuff to worry about. When Christmas or birthdays come I struggle to think of things I want. Yet, in a second I can go from not needing anything to impulse buying something because I just have to have it. Not. Good. Marketeers dream. I would say in general all the boxes are ticked. Family, health, work, house, love. Tick, tick, tick. And yet... It's so easy to take that for granted and look "over the fence". Just checking that the grass isn't greene...