Sweeping the stairs.

For some reason, walking up clean, swept stairs matters more than if the dishes are done.

I spend a lot of time waking up in the morning feeling touched-out and overwhelmed. My time feels so limited. Sweeping the stairs takes seconds.

An intention of mine is to begin labeling my “joy pockets”

My mind, in a habit of seeing the bad in things, can pummel my “joy pockets” rather quickly.

Today, listening to Hindz on youtube on my TV is a joy pocket.

With two dogs, three cats, a nine month old, and a desire for writing – my “joy pocket” can become hidden by distraction.

Each moment I tune back into his show, I hear the positive words with a pang of distress knowing I missed the general subject. When I redirect myself to listening to his words instead of distracting myself by giving into that pang of distress: joy pocket.

“whatever you are going through, you are growing through” he said, as I type this..

Just a moment of positive wisdom: joy pocket.

My son just transitioned himself from sitting up to his forearm army crawl position: joy pocket

My son is doing his army crawl: joy pocket.

I’m getting somewhere with this article: joy pocket.

My iced coffee in my “I’ve waited 9 months for this” wine glass: joy pocket.

Realizing that if I watch youtube on the big screen TV instead of my phone or laptop my son won’t spend his playful energy reaching for my phone or laptop: joy pocket.

It’s 9 am on this Monday morning. I started the day by writing a private article about some hard feelings. Today, I want to share joy with the world, and I’ve honored that: joy pocket