I need to reread this again and again, so I’m reblogging it here on mine so I can see it daily. It’s kind of the same principle as my tattoo…except much less painful.
I could go on about joy forever and be sure to bore and offend.
After a diligent handslapping in mode of self-correction I’ll say this: I was miserably depressed for many years until I started to push back, fight back and stop making myself vulnerable to the ideas of others.
I figured out many people who talk too much have no better idea of what would make me happy.
Joy is yours for the taking. If you want more of it, go get it. Here’s how:
Thanks Roslynn Pryor for use of this picture.