What matters?

June 12, 2008


Yep, Joy.  That’s what matters.  It’s so attainable, too!  Really, it is.  Just look for it and you’ll find it everywhere.  Don’t look for money.  Don’t look for prestige.  Don’t look for things.  Look for joy – you cannot help but fall in a big ol’ pile of it.

Lately I’ve been finding joy in simple things and it’s made all the difference.

Hank needs a lot of exercise.  LOTS of exercise.  Sometimes it’s a pain to think about how many miles he needs to walk a day or to deal with the constant tennis ball in my face, but if I look, I can find such joy in these basic activities.  I wake each morning, grab a cup of coffee, and head out to the deck with Hank.  I sit on the steps and listen to the birds singing and smell the cool early morning air.  I sip my coffee and play endless rounds of Fetch with him.  He gets his morning exercise, I get a morning meditation.   I recently got Hank a doggy backpack.  I know I know, it sounds absurdly like I’m buying him clothes, but I’m really not buying clothes, I’m buying tools.  Hank needs a job. He needs to intensify his challenges.  He needs to work out like I do.  When we go on a walk (usually 3 – 4 miles a day or so,) I strap his backpack on him and load him up with water bottles and a bowl.  I listen to audio books on my iPod while walking.  It’s so wonderful to feel my energy completely mesh with Hank’s.  We walk.  We stop.  We run.  We amble.  We climb.  We breathe.  We stop and have a little drink.  We come home tired, worked out, and joyful.

It’s hot outside.  Really hot.  As a result, the boys have been wearing less and less clothes.  They are turning into little clones of their father – a man who wears shirts outside of work maybe 4 months of the year.  I’m so entertained watching them mimic B.  I love to look at them playing and really notice their knobby knees, their spindly arms.  I feel such sentimentality about their hairless armpits.  What a wonderful job I have – watching infants grow into babies, babies grow into toddlers, toddlers grow into children, children grow into adults!

I’ve gotten back into reading fiction – how can that be anything but joyful?

It’s summer which means that my best girlfriend is off work.  I love my friendship with JP.  It’s not without it’s issues – what friendship that has lasted a decade hasn’t had a bump or two in the road?  For the most part, however, it’s easy.  It’s comforting.  It’s funny and stimulating and outrageous and constant and entertaining as all hell.  Next week we hit a local (man-made) beach with the kids.  They’ll swim, we’ll talk.  It’s free, it’s fun, it’s delightful.

Even in everyday tasks, there is joy to be found.  I love my fabric softener.  I love doing laundry and smelling it.  I love my dishwashing stuff – it makes doing the dishes so much easier when I love the way they feel and smell.  Housework becomes a fun game of pretend when we take on the personalities of Kim and Aggie.

Today I’m hunting for joy at the library, the gym, the kitchen.  I’m sure I’ll find it in each of those places and also in several places unexpected.  I cannot wait to start the adventure.

Where do you find joy?

One comment

  1. I know you don’t know me but I find you to be quite an intelligent person and would like to ask you some questions that maybe only you can answer for me.

    If you could email me that would be great.


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