What is joy?

Ottawa lifestyle blogger photographer

What does joy look like?

Joy is a quiet moment all alone. Just me and my thoughts.

Joy is a chaotic house when the kids burst in the front door after school with so much to say.

Joy is a sweet, hot latte with caramel-y foam and long, slow sips.

Joy is fizzy lime water in a fancy cup with the bubbles sprinkling your nose as you drink it.

Joy is thinking about a book when you're not reading it because it's that good.

Joy is finding a new series to watch and seeing it wraps up after three seasons.

Joy is going into nature, crunching leaves, sun on your face, smell of trees, birds singing, water rushing.

Joy is being cozy on the couch with sweatpants and a big fluffy blanket.

Joy is being wanted - not needed.

Joy is being needed and loved.

Joy is endless summer.

Joy is cool days, leaves changing color and starry lights.

Joy getting a text that makes you laugh and reply with too many emojis.

Joy is not getting any messages all day.

Joy is connecting deeply with someone and conversations that light you soul on fire.

Joy is bonding with someone over something small and silly when you both get it.

Joy is watching your kids become independent and their own selves.

Joy is your kids still wanting to share it all with you.

Joy is knowing yourself.

Joy is discovering something new about yourself and recognizing that it's okay to change and evolve.

Joy is seeing your plant get a new leaf and that you had a part in that happening.

Joy is getting rid of a plant that just needs to go. Release it.

Joy is getting a new planner for the year and writing your name in the front page.

Joy is finishing a planner and knowing it's a diary of how much you've been through this year.

Joy is long talks in the dark at bedtime.

Joy is uninterrupted sleep and waking up on your own.

Joy is the color yellow. And blue. And pink. And purple.

Joy is the color black at just the right place and time.

Joy is scents connected to memories that give you flashbacks.

Joy is songs that transport you back to certain places.

Joy is personal. It's yours. It doesn't need to be justified.

Joy is _________.

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