Where's your joy? Maybe it's under a pile of laundry. The dog ate it.
Too often it's painted on when you leave the house.
Joy - the abiding sense of happiness - for most of us is fleeting because . . .
well, we keep messing up. Or other people do the "messing up" to us. Joy can be found and kept amid the trials and frustrations of life, even if the journey begins through a book.
Thank you for stopping by! I'm thrilled you are visiting.
Enjoy . . . and let's read together!
To miss out on
is to miss out on the
for your existence.