I think, talk and write a lot about the practice of finding the joy—in the good days, in the not-as-good days, in my life generally.
A couple weeks into this current #shelterinplace life-phase, I’m realizing the days are playing a disorienting trick of blurring one into the next without me really noticing. Life is far too short to let whole days slip by unaccounted for, unmarked and unacknowledged. So, in keeping with my 2020 goal of living intentionally, I’m going to honor myself by adding this one small thing to my job description: I will notice and give air to a single point of joy in each of my days, every day, to the best of my ability, for as long as it feels relevant/productive.
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