I’ve been working really hard–almost frantically–for a long time. Just the past few weeks I’ve editing the manuscript I’ll be sending to my agent very soon, working on book promotion material for the release of STAINED (Oct 1st!) and for my book blog tour, getting things ready for my local book launch, and starting work on my panel for the Less Than Three conference. Plus working on another manuscript, a grant application, and all the usual writing, editing, and book promotion and social media work, responding to readers, and talking with other writers. I have an almost constant feeling of I-can’t-keep-up! Petal also woke me up a few times last night; her tummy was off. AND I’ve been working on some pretty heavy duty memory/trauma work in therapy. I am TIRED.
And this morning it was cold and wet. I felt a bit draggy when I went for my early morning walk with Petal. But Petal didn’t. She pranced along as usual, running along the trail we walk. And when we got to the park and I threw her ball for her, she chased and leaped for it with so much obvious delight–her hair flying, her body leaping and stretching.
Even though it was a cold and wet morning, even though Petal’s PJs got wet and clammy and her face and ears got wet, Petal kept playing and playing. She’d run to me with the ball in her mouth, her eyes so happy, her jaw squeaking the ball (it has a squeaker inside)…and I’d laugh. I’d laugh to see so much joy and happiness in her. And it brought lightness to me.
Petal reminded me of how we can find joy and happiness and pleasure even when things aren’t perfect or we’re tired. She reminded me of finding the joy in small things, in catching a ball, in being out in the sun, in having a moment with someone you love. In being completely present in the now. In taking time to do things you love.
I need to hold on to that and remember that.
What reminds you to have fun, to feel joy or happiness or pleasure?