Moments of Joy

The window in my room gives me a clear view of the world outside. As guards from the state prison and crews from the electric cooperative drive by heading to work. Sprinkle in a few dozen log trucks and their logging crews, and you get a picture of a normal morning here in Alamo, Georgia, USA. For me it is a bitterly cold morning as the last hours of winter hang on. Our son who has Autism is up early playing his usual series of newscast themes way too loudly over and over again. But as he claps and hums in delight, I try and not let it bother me.

I’d much rather be outside under the Sycamore tree typing away in silence. But with the cold I have my floor heater fired up and my heavy winter clothes on, doing what I love to do. Passion is a funny thing; it can either bring you peace or it can drive you mad. After over a decade of numbness doing what I had to do to provide. I’ve rediscovered my passion for the written word again. So nearly every day I find myself jotting down some limerick or thought, oftentimes making sense, but sometimes not.

So as the calico cat gets between me and the heater. I’m reminded of the many days when I traveled nights and weekends to various jobs I had over the years. Knowing good and damn well there was no passion involved only the obligation of earning a living. Even at my lowest point mentally I had to pick myself up and go to work. But after my journey into the abyss, there’s no denying the joy I’ve found in doing what I love. So pursue your passions, create a balance between your obligations and what brings you happiness. Nobody ever said it would be easy. But working to create balance in your life will create for you moments of joy.