Some days are fantastic–like birthdays and Christmas, vacation days and Saturdays, and then every once in while a fantastical day just sneaks up on you.
Today was one of those days:
- Plans changed for the better, twice.
- It was double-punch Tuesday so I got my coffee for free.
- Lunch with my Love.
- Appointments cancelled, which gave me free time to get caught up on paperwork.
… home cooked dinner, silly shows, a happy girl who went to bed without a fuss…
Yes, some days it just all seems to come together. It’s like the universe hands you a gift…
As we walked this evening, I thought cheerfully about the warmth of the day. But I also noticed an unconscious thought lurking in the corner of my mind–a small doubt and reservation about good days–and how even at the highest of highs it’s like we are waiting for it to vanish at best, trample us at worst. It makes it hard to really enjoy life when paranoia sets in.
“I’m eating healthy and clean.” But I’ll probably still die of some disease.
“I made some extra money.” But something will probably break down soon.
“He is such a gentleman.” But once he knows me it probably won’t last.
We generally set everything up to fail. We forget to ride the high, enjoy the joy, celebrate the happiness. It’s like we’re afraid that by wallowing in it we invite it to be taken away.
We walked down a street and made it to the most crowded, silliest, over-the-top Christmas decorated yard I have ever seen. Front to back with blow-up decorations, lights, signs, and toys. And I thought, “This is what it looks like to hoard joy.” People don’t understand it; it costs too much, it’s potentially dangerous, it even seems a little crazy. The longer I stood there mesmerized by each Santa and snowman, reindeer and elf, the larger my smile grew. Joy abandon looks ridiculous, I think, because it embraces the good without tempering it with doubt.
I have no idea what will happen tomorrow or five years down the road, but I know my joy in today and today I’m hoarding joy.