I can't think of the number 69 and not think of my former high school students. I no longer teach, but when I did and I said, "Turn to page 69" or "The answer is 69" the class would erupt into a fit of giggles. They thought they were the only ones in on the joke, that a teacher couldn't possibly know what 69 might be referring to. I'd play dumb and say, "What? What's so funny?" Which would only make them giggle all the more. I loved teaching that age. Their sense of worldliness - when they weren't so worldly. The tough veneer on the outside, but soft, squishy, and lovable on the inside. And the things they would do that made me laugh. I still keep in touch with many of them - thanks to Facebook. So they still make me giggle and smile. Especially as they realize how much they don't know. Yes, my high school students still bring me joy.
A friend once told me that she tries to find joy in every day. But some weeks it's hard. A whole week without finding joy? That is so sad. I find joy in EVERY day. Or so I think. So I'm testing myself. I am challenging myself to find joy in every single day. Without fail. I will post joy every single day to prove it to myself, to inspire others. Just to see if I can do it. Small bits of joy. Large, monumental moments of joy. But joy is what you will find here.