Here it is New Year's Eve day. And I'm still trying to figure things out. I gave up making New Year's goals a long time ago, as I kept failing at them.
Instead, I make promises. I occasionally break them as well, but I find that a promise made carries more weight (at least for me) than a formal goal. One of the promises I've made for myself for the new year is to find greater joy in small things. (Another one of those cliches.)
When I can do this, when I can feel and recognize joy in listening to songs by Primary children, in the softness of my cat's face against mine, in the appearance of the sun after a gray day, then I know I am on the right track.
This I know for sure: finding joy is more about recgonizing it than in searching for it.
That is so true. Joy is all around me each day (particularly since my 4yo has Joy for her middle name), but I too often fail to recognize it.
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