My husband told me that he didn’t have anything to feel joy about. I asked him to write down a list of things, including very small things, he felt good about this morning, and then I wrote down mine.
– I felt good that my leg splits were slightly (very slightly) better than yesterday.
– I felt good that reading while doing the pigeon pose allowed me to stretch and read at the same time.
– I felt good that Ken Fisher’s book was interesting.
– I felt good that the leaves were vibrant green during my morning walk at the park.
– I felt good that the egg yolks of the boiled eggs I had for breakfast were just perfectly cooked to my taste.
– I felt good that wrapping half-milled brown rice and crunchy cucumber rapee with roasted dried laver tasted like sushi.
– I felt good just thinking about cooking and eating clam Jjambbong with Chinese cabbage and bok choy.
There were 5 items on my husband’s list, most of which were related to food. What a perfect couple. I asked him to add to the list if he came up with something later during the day. How many more he will add by the time he comes home?
I like the joy of achieving big tasks, yet small and trivial joys are also good.
No, they are actually better because they are more abundant and last longer.