While scrolling through my Facebook feed the other day I came across something that brought me up shorter than I already am:

I would like to tell you that I have never been guilty of such petty-minded, small-spirited thinking.  I would also like to tell you I’m a tall, willowy creature with more money than I know what to do with it. Both would be bare-faced lies.

The truth ain’t always pretty, is it?

But it’s good at pointing me in the right direction.

Who am I to cop an attitude about how people find some measure of comfort in this crazy, challenging word?  Even if I don’t say or type a word about it to another living soul, I don’t want that kind of thinking in my head. (It’s scary enough in there already.)

So next time I catch myself slipping, I will repeat my new two-word mantra:

Harmless joy