My goal was to post Wednesdays and Sundays, at least. Not sure how well I’ve been at that since I was on vacation last week and when I got back all I wanted to do was hibernate. Too much peopling (even though it was with people that I love). So, I’m working on getting back to the original goal. And might as well start back in with today’s prompt. Which is harder to answer than I thought it would be.
The first thing that comes to mind is reading. It brings me joy and quiet and a chance to escape from everything in the “real world” to live in fiction where things, even if they start out rocky, always get a HEA (at least in the books I read most of the time).
HEA = happily ever after.
But, it also made me think about what I consider to be joy. And what I actually do, since so much of my life lately has been a consistent repeat of work, home, gym, read. I don’t have much variation in the day-to-day. And the more I think about it, the more I realize what I find joy in these days is what I used to find joy in as a child. Books, art, listening to music, sitting outside and just breathing in some form of nature. All of these are simple things, not requiring a ton of effort to accomplish. Yet, in all of them, I find peace, if not joy. As I have gotten older, the things that give me joy are ALL simple. It took a lot of years to realize this, but it’s true. I find joy in being with good friends and relaxing over a cup of coffee and a good conversation. I find joy in nature, wherever I can experience it. I find joy in finally realizing that it is ok to live fully as a bookworm hermit that only comes out occasionally to interact with others and then retreats to the quiet where I find peace.
I guess, to narrow it down, mornings when I have time to make coffee and take it out on the balcony to drink while reading on my Kindle and spending time with the dog outside before the day gets busy, that simple set of actions brings me joy.
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