I’ve been spending a lot of time lately thinking about the things in my life that bring me joy. Consider it an after effect of all of this talk about The Life-Changing Power of Tidying Up. I haven’t read it, but I have had it explained to me, which may as well be the same thing when it comes to a book about cleaning, because, really, who wants to read 200+ pages of that?
Still, it seems very much in line with a lot of what anyone who has spent more than six months in therapy will recognize as a thorough dose of self-care, something we should ask about everything in our lives: Is this thing bringing me joy?
The other day I had a morning full of joy. I went to a coffee shop in town. I did a little work. I made a friend. I wrote five hundred words. I read. I workshopped a friend’s story. And somewhere in all of this I started to come alive again.
Oh, this again. This life that I love. There you are. Nice to see you again.
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