I guess the US Open bug has bit my two youngest children. My youngest (who never asks to play tennis) just asked to play with me so we spent about 1/2 hour hitting the ball around on our driveway. Then my middle, not to be outdone, needed to show how well he could do. He and I played for another 1/2 hour. As draining as this past weekend has been, there is something therapeutic to hitting something back and forth, back and forth. A little therapy, a little tennis 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.