I am having a really difficult time extracting the joy today.
My day yesterday was horrifying, and involved possibly the most humiliating experience of my life. I am not in a good headspace. It was extremely difficult for me to come to work today, and I’m finding it even more difficult to talk to people. I’ve turned so inward – it’s what I do – that I am inarticulate, almost to the point of being incomprehensible.
But I guess that’s the challenge, right?
It’s not so hard to extract joy from a Twinkie.
Last night, I would have said I found joy in clarity, in determining just what to do to make everything better. But this morning, I’m not so sure. I don’t think there’s an answer.
However.
There’s still joy.
There’s joy in writing, in getting this out of my hands, my mind. In getting these words down on the page, the only place that I still make sense, even to myself.
This is about as far as I can go with joy today.
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For now, maybe find joy in the fact that tomorrow is another day.
???? Does that work even a little?