I may have mentioned this before, but in case I haven’t: DH’s parents live in the Mountain Time Zone. DH and I live in the Central Time Zone. We’ve been pondering a move out to where DH’s family live for some time, and last summer, I applied for a job in the town where DH’s parents live.
I didn’t get the job, and life continued as normal in our quiet little town. I didn’t apply for any more jobs after that – after all, I already had a job I liked, we had a big trip coming up, etc.
And then we got back from our trip, but I still dragged my feet on applying for more jobs. I’m too involved in professional organizations here, I want to participate in the choir’s annual Christmas concert, I want to win next year’s bracket challenge, DH and I have a milestone anniversary next spring and I want to have a party with everyone here…
And I wondered if I’m actually content here, or if I’m just complacent.
Dictionary.com defines contentment as: “the state of being contented; satisfaction; ease of mind.”
Well, I could certainly fit into that. I have coworkers I like, a job I like, a church I like, a neighborhood I like… you get the idea. If I never moved away, that would be all right. I have it pretty darn good here.
Dictionary.com defines complacency as: “pleased, especially with oneself or one’s merits, advantages, situation, etc., often
without awareness of some potential danger or defect; self-satisfied.”
Pondering these two definitions, it made me realize something else:
Contentment is rooted in happiness. Complacency is rooted in fear.
And you know what’s the worst reason not to do something? “Because I’m afraid.”
Heck, even DH admitted to being worried about a move, and if I had to pick one person in pop culture he reminds me of, it’d be this guy:
So, today I bit the bullet and applied for a job near where DH’s parents live. It’s not in the same town, roughly 90 minutes away. (Which might actually be better… anyone who’s had an MIL can understand.) DH and I talked it over and it falls within the Venn diagram overlap of “Jobs I am qualified for” and “Jobs that are worth uprooting our lives and moving 700 miles away.”
Fiat voluntas tua, Lord.