Going to veer off of the typical New Shelves article here. I have been thinking lately a lot about what I find beautiful. Those thoughts have lead me to question what brings me joy. I assumed that they would be connected.
Here is a partial list of what I find beautiful:
Small town main streets
Water flowing over rocks
Now…. here is a partial list of what brings me joy:
Drive-in movie theaters
That deep, wet, cool, green smell that comes from shady roads
Singing with other people
Board or Card games
Boats, convertibles, motorcycles, tilt-a-whirl rides…. Anything that puts the wind in my face. So…. I guess wind brings me joy
Contact with animals. Any animals.
I have always believed that beauty brings happiness. How surprising to learn that what I find beautiful does not translate automatically into joy. However, everything that brings joy is painfully beautiful to me.