Tending to joy
On love as the meaning of everything and paying attention to joy
Something I’ve been contending with is how I tend to joy in my day-to-day. Logically, I know that joy is the engine that keeps me swimming, the light that brings the magic. But, in the spirit of curiosity, I reflect: do I have a thriving joy practice?
My initial answer is yes, of course; joy is everything to me, especially in these times. But a deeper inquiry reveals that I often assume joy will just arrive without putting any attention on creating it. And an even deeper inquiry has me reflecting on what I do pay attention to instead. Shall we take a look?
Things that get (too much of my) attention : anxiety, dark spiraling thoughts, confusion, boredom, dysregulation, & weird screen time doom scrolls, to name a few.