Do you ever notice yourself looking so forward to how you want things to be that you miss out on enjoying the way things are?

Some of my examples - Looking forward to...

1. The weekend
2. Having a bigger house
3. Luke being able to do more fun stuff
4. Living in a different area of the country
5. Having a nice vehicle
6. Not breastfeeding

The list goes on. I'm missing out on the joy of contentment.