Color Yourself Happy
The days hum along. Ordinary. The vases of flowers await. There is good and satisfying work to be done. Not the kind of work that is actually avoidance. Nor the kind of work that pushes and pursues. This is the kind of work that creates a buffer of joy against all of the struggles of a real life. I am protected by this practice, and this does not go unnoticed or unappreciated.