Over dinner last night, SuperDik (as in his name is Richard, not any reference to any super powers he has downstairs because I don’t know and frankly, that would be weird, since he is one of my best friends) and I were talking about joy. Those friends who have joy in their lives, and those who seem to have lost it. Or forgotten it, which I think might be two different issues.
Regular readers will know I have a childlike joy with language (“ha, ha, you said box/doin’ it/period” should be familiar). I like to call it a childlike joy, but really, it’s just being childish. And I’m ok with that.
But if you don’t have joy, how do you get it?