Joyfully Onward …

So, I don’t know if I told you or not, but I’m moving. Again. One thing is for sure, I’ve got this packing thing down pat. I may not do it as quickly as I have in the past (packing, people, packing!), it’s getting there, and the big move should forge ahead on schedule. Luckily, as it turns out, my fall on Friday was ultimately more embarrassing than damaging, so there was something to be joyful about this weekend after all. By Sunday morning, I was back to my self. And, my wrists and hands are now a pretty shade of purple-y blue, so there’s that. Free body art!

My weekend joys (I’ll list more than three since I’ve got two days to account for):

  1. Pancakes!
  2. A kick-ass play list sent to me by my daughter which directly influenced Joy #3
  3. Dancing while surrounded by dogs and boxes
  4. Moscato D’Asti wine
  5. Coming face-to-face yet again with the fact that my son is an amazing human being
  6. Hearing the smile-y lilt return to my mother’s voice after being absent for so long

What brought you joy over the weekend?


Got Joy?

So. After a heavy fall in a parking lot and three hours at the emergency clinic, my three joys are thus – and this time, they’re in order of importance:

  1. I’m glad no-one saw me fall.
  2. I’m glad nothing is broken – only sprained or bruised.
  3. I’m glad I didn’t rip my work pants.

my wrists

That’s it. I’ve got nothing else for today. Hit me with your three moments, people… I need some joy right about now and I would absolutely love to hear yours.

Ode to Joy

So, I guess we’ll just plan on me being late with every “three moments of joy” entry, and then when I’m on time, it will be an unexpected moment… of joy.  See what I did there? Yeah, okay. Onward, then.

Yesterday was a much better day than Tuesday, that’s for sure. Still… it’s interesting to discover that moments of joy are often elusive creatures to pin down. As I mentioned before, I’m trying to stay away from moments of gratitude – of which, there are many – to focus purely on sparks of joy. What sparks joy?  It’s a thought-provoking question.  Joy can be something as simple as a baby’s laugh, which, as we all know, can light up a room. Or it can be that first barefooted step onto a white sandy beach, knowing that work remains two weeks off in the future.

Well, I didn’t visit any white, sandy beaches yesterday … but I did see and hear a baby laugh, and I’ll tell you, it was infectious. My other moments of joy were brief – and perhaps small, but looking back, they were the glue that made the day not just bearable, but oh-so-pleasant.

Moment of Joy #1:
An unknown-to-me baby’s infectious laugh which broke through a moment of not quite sadness to engulf the world in delight.

Moment of Joy #2:
Coffee.  Need I say more?  Coffee, coffee, coffee. First thing in the morning, too. I rarely have time to make a cup of coffee for myself before I go to work, and this one was there, just waiting for me, so yeah, it was a joyful way to start the day.

Moment of Joy #3:
My dog. It occurred to me yesterday, that perhaps I’ve taken advantage of it all these years, but my dog loves me. His wiggly butt and his “mommy’s home!” dance at the door when I come home after work just brightens my day… no matter what kind of day I’ve had. Oh sure, he gets treats all day long and I tell him what a good boy he is (cause let’s face it, he is), but I vow to better appreciate this unconditional love going forward. Dogs, like people, aren’t here forever, and we need to soak up their affection for as long as we have them with us.

So, spill… what were YOUR three moments of joy?