It occurred to me this morning that in most areas of my life I want more than fine.
I want my food to be more than fine to justify the calories.
I want my champagne to be more than fine; it has to be real champagne.
I want my relationships to be more than fine; I want passion and laughter and significant conversations.
I want my job to be more than fine; I want to help people grow and learn.
I want my health to be more than fine; I?d like to be robust.
Money? That can be fine.
My house? That can be fine. It keeps me warm and dry and can accommodate enough people to eat and laugh together with food that?s more than fine and in relationships that are more than fine.
Where do you want more? Where are you content?