Joy 

This morning on a Main Street a small woman on a bike passed me. This wasn't an ordinary woman. No! This was an adventurous scrumptious one. Her old bike couldn't possibly hold one more thing. She had a backpack, a sleeping bag and several other bags strapped neatly on her "mobile home." I couldn't get close enough to take a picture. But I did take a mental note as I drove passed, lower my window and screamed, "Girllll, you are absolutely amazing and beautiful! Thank you for being my joy today!" Quickly she showed me her pearly whites and was so grateful I thought she was gonna hit the car in front of her before turning. Sweat was pouring off her braids onto her flowery shirt. Yeahhhh, these are my favorite types of people. They don't live inside of boxes. She might have been mentally ill but she is traveling on that bike to places I might never get to visit. Her thin body was pedaling without a care in the world. And that is yummy to witness. That! More of that is what we need in our lives. We don't have to go to extremes but to set lose into an adventure without any destination is magical.  You can do this. You can take a new road in the next town over. You can go eat alone or to the movies. You can go into a place you never have time to visit and find newness and awesomeness. Yes, please, more of reaching for the joy. She made my day. That was many hours ago and I cannot remove her sense of wonder out of my little head or out of my fairy heart. Now you. You go find something joyous and allow that energy to carry on for a while. Mucho love.

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