Drinking my coffee alone, numbly staring at emails that demand attention.
A year of struggle, attempting to come back from what seemed utter defeat. Still–after so many months–an unimaginable distance. Deadened eyes and harsh words and separate joys.
I want change, desperately.
And then I read this from Jennifer Dukes Lee: “It’s time to do what Flannery O’Connor did: to stalk joy as if it can change things. Because it can.”
Is it possible?
Washing my coffee cup and placing it in the drainer, I grasp hold of the counter’s edge. Today I begin my search for happiness.