A couple years ago I built a pond in my backyard. I considered adding fish, but figured it would become a raccoon and heron sushi bar. I didn't want to attract raccoons -- cute critters, but they can be deadly to cats. It suddenly dawned on me that with the fence, raccoons can't get in, so I just brought home a bunch of goldfish and released them in the pond. What fun! Once they settle in, I'm sure they'll lead the cats on merry chases. (The guppies in the indoor fishtank do.)
I imagine I could have said no, I'm moving towards the new house, and away from this one, so I should wait. (There's a pond over there too.) But where is the joy in that? I think all too often we postpone joy. We put off doing things that are fun. "Oh, let me get this done first, and then I'll..." I think it's something we learned when we were told we had to eat dessert last.
Truly, think about it: when you have some wonderful dish on your plate, or handful of jelly beans, do you eat the ones you like least, saving the best ones for last? What would it be like to eat the best ones first, the choice center of the cake, the tenderloin first? Then *every* bite you take would be the *best* one.
What if we started filling our day with acts that bring us joy?
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