When I was back in Minnesota last month seeing my people and filling my cup, Cara asked me a question that stopped me in my tracks.
“What’s bringing you joy lately?”
I wasn’t surprised she would ask such a question, because she’s that kind of friend who wants to skip over the fluff and get to the real stuff.
I WAS surprised that I didn’t have an easy answer.
I’ve been happy.
I’ve accepted all the changes.
I have hope that everything will work out for Libby.
I “do gratitude” regularly.
Surely I should have an answer.
I should have SO MANY answers that I can’t shut up.
But in that moment, I was speechless. I fumbled for something, anything and awkwardly turned the question on her.
2020, you guys.
So much HARD.
We know it’s hard and we’ve been really great about seeing one another’s hard and not just our own.
We’re patting ourselves on the back for all we’ve gotten through.
We’re laughing and bonding over our shared misery.
We’re celebrating together as little pieces of our BC life come back together.
We’re adjusting.
We’re happy. As we can be. Relatively speaking.
But are we joyful?
Treading water isn’t joy.
Living for the past, or the future – isn’t joy.
Surviving isn’t joy.
We’re doing all of those things ^^ because it’s 2020 and we have to.
B U T
There is still joy.
Today mine is found in the first turning tree.
Just across from the neighbor’s, heavy with apples.
The crisp, blue, #nofliter sky.
The chill in the air.
And bacon. Friday morning bacon.
What’s bringing you joy lately?
Thy Will Be Done 