Satisfaction

Mick Jagger sang that he couldn't get any.

Maybe he was searching too hard, or looking for it in the wrong places.

I've found satisfaction in such small tasks as balancing the checkbook. (Got a bank statement in the mail today, so made sure my check register had the right total. It did! It doesn't always, so it feels good when it does.)

I find satisfaction in a good golf shot. Even though most (or all) of the others in a round may not be that good. The one (or several) good ones provide enough of that elusive emotion that I want to keep playing the game.

Wait... Is satisfaction an emotion? It seems to be one. Any thoughts on that?

I also find satisfaction in completing a routine task. Today, for example, I managed to get the entire yard mowed and most of it trimmed and edged as well (you know— with a weed-eater, or string trimmer?)

It feels good, even if the feeling is fleeting because the effects of the accomplishment are short-lived.

So what's my point? Today (Saturday) I managed to get the yard mowed and trimmed, the checkbook balanced and reconciled with the bank statement, and we played 18 holes of golf during which I managed to hit a few really good shots. Like the tee shot on the par 3 third hole at our home course; it stopped less than a foot from the hole! Woo-Hoo!!

My wife loves me, life is good, and despite Mick's lament I feel pretty satisfied.

I know—I'm easily entertained and made happy.

But still, it's a good feeling.