One characteristic which defines me is that I am able to find joy in everyday items and experiences. My first cup of coffee will be enough to give me hope for the day, at least until reality sets in with its onerous tasks or problems to manage. Then caffeine hits my bloodstream and I'll whip up a "TO DO" list in no time.
My Dad had a very good attitude about life and I think I either learned it or inherited it. He was able to access a deep-seated source of joy in his faith, and had a quirky sense of humor. We spent lots of time together in the mornings, as we were both early risers. Those mornings were filled with music, reading, and talks about life. Oh, and coffee (or tea when I was younger).
What also came my way was depression, that black dog so many of us wrestle with. It is the other side of joy, and I keep a leash handy to manage him when this dog visits me. Did you know that Winston Churchill used the phrase "black dog" to explain his own dark moods?
I believe that joy resides within but gets blocked by circumstance. We keep mementos, knick-knacks, trifles, and art to remind us to allow joy. Today's small joys:
|Underwear should be fun!|
|Guarding the microwave.|
|The most fun, EVER.|
|Lena the javelina,|
|and the real deal across the street.|