Addicts or Joyics?
I recently read an article about Susy Favor Hamilton in which she admitted to being addicted to running. Not like we casually say we are addicted as in, I feel crappy if I don't run. She was seriously addicted. She only felt happy when she ran. She has pretty much all but stopped running and had to see a doctor to bring her along from the depression she felt. This is a scary thing. I thought long and hard and wondered, " Do I fall into this category? What if I couldn't run tomorrow or the next day or the next.... Where would my joy come from? I know! I will create a list just in case I have to actually find out". So, here is what brings me joy: My dogs kisses (I never knew I was such a dog lover till age 42) Selling a huge insurance policy! Sunny days Stepping really hard on the gas peddle of my very fast car :) Candy Bike Riding A really good glass of red wine with friends who appreciate it as much as I do Seeing my nieces Seeing my family at parties Eating Sushi Wi...