Joy

Joy is a gift available to me. A feeling - new, it’s definition expanding as I grow into who I am supposed to be. Unafraid to feel it, embracing the moments - letting it soak in like the sun. Worthy of good, of beauty, of everything, choosing to stay and not to run.

Joy means staying in the moment a little longer, allowing myself to just be. Is there someone else present, or is this just for me? Just me can turn into us - the joy still there. What is life anyhow, if it is not meant to be shared?