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Remembering Joy
A Collective Channeling
Joy, to me, is ease.
It is exhaling into a moment fully.
It is returning to the small things I enjoy.
It is doing what feels natural.
Returning to myself looks like being intentional in the little ways. This morning, I finally used my frother again — adding foam to my coffee, letting it settle over the crema that forms when it brews. It was such a small touch, but it mattered. Coffee has always been a ritual, a companion in my creating. Making it with intention felt like reclaiming a simple time I had been missing.
For a long while, those small things felt distant. I had been pouring into others for years, leaving little room for what brings me joy. So I clung to the one area that gave me live feedback, the one place that kept me engaged.
Now, I’m returning to the interests I set aside, letting joy come from more than one place.
This clarity has shown me what I need.
I will no longer expend energy on others in ways that take from my own joy.
This, too, is joy.
With people, it feels like being considered.
With myself, it is care.
