Have you ever found yourself reading a book and wondering why you are even reading it. Waiting for my family to arrive last Friday, I was trolling the Richmond B&N, when I came upon 11,002 reasons to be unhappy. Intrigued, or maybe just a glutton for punishment, I picked it up and began to peruse. It's a massive stream of consciousness list, that took the authors 6 months to create. My question is, why did it take you so long?
In a recent blog post, one of the coauthors commented she had "become an expert in seeing the misery in just about anything." Maybe you can relate. This is probably the easiest field in which to become an expert. Seriously, all you have to do is read the newspaper, watch the news, check out a talk show or two, hang around the water cooler. People will help you master this skill. Misery loves company.
The elusive skill that seems hard to master is finding the joy in life. Taking our eyes off what we do not have and recognizing all that we have been given. This is hard for me sometimes, especially when I lose sight of hope. Without hope, there is little joy. Life is not meant to be endured, but enjoyed.
What is one thing that brings you joy?