The Finding Joy legacy

Acknowledging the turbulence of loss and the promise to find joy, however small or elusive, in something. Every. Single. Day.  I think we both saw the reel by Richard E Grant sharing his late wife's wisdom, the joy-finding legacy. It has taken a few months to find my footing in the new 'normal' life, for however long that lasts and until the next iteration emerges or is imposed. I decided to experience a year of living differently, being open and self-caring, of being the best and best-worst version of me. Going with the flow and unapologetically using 'no' as a complete sentence. Trying the uncertain, embracing the 'no excuses now' approach to living. Truly living. At the end of the YOLD, I'll be heading to Caverswall, England and taking his ashes home. It is my dream to then train across Europe and join my tribe in Aarhus, Denmark for a few weeks of art, quite reflection the way the Danes don't need to make a fuss, and revisiting the city that makes my soul dance.  
 

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