We are just beginning.


I appreciate you. Thank you for being here with me. ⠀

Your responses about finding small moments, small acts of self-kindness, and just waiting for it to pass were the reminder I needed. And I am grateful for them.⠀

One small thing that gives me joy is completing tasks while following rabbit holes. Want to come along?⠀

Laundry is audiobook time. I’ve been listening to a Brené Brown book thanks to Frenchie’s @arohaknits for recommendation of the Netflix special.⠀

Today Brown said finding joy in small, ordinary moments and naming them is practicing gratitude. Gratitude combined with joy not only builds resilience for difficult or even unimaginable situations, but it also works against foreboding joy—that sense that something is about to go wrong because you felt happy. ⠀

For years I’ve taken pictures as a way to remind myself of small things that give me joy (like this photo of found stitch markers).⠀

This practice was inspired by a quote from problematic fave Kurt Vonnegut: “And I urge you to please notice when you are happy, and exclaim or murmur or think at some point, ‘If this isn’t nice, I don’t know what is.’” ⠀

I looked up the quote and saw it was from A Man without a Country.⠀

The title of the book reminded me of the Mary Oliver poem I posted yesterday: “No, I’d Never Been to this Country.”⠀

And because reading one Mary Oliver poem is never enough, I googled for more today. And I found this. A poem called “Don’t Hesitate.” It begins….⠀

“If you suddenly and unexpectedly feel joy, don’t hesitate. Give in to it. There are plenty of lives and whole towns destroyed or about to be. We are not wise, and not very often kind. And much can never be redeemed. Still life has some possibility left.”⠀

And here we are. Full of possibility. We are just beginning. ⠀
[Photo. by @kbredbeck Looking down at my grey machine-made cotton sweater, I found two locking stitch markers–one green, one purple–attached to each other and fed through a button hole. I had forgotten about them, and when I found them, I was grateful and took this picture. End.]

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