Elizabeth: Don’t Postpone Joy

Judging by last evening’s thunder, lightning, and rain storm, summer is over, which means I should be posting my monthly short story today.  The story will have to wait until next week however, for a number of reasons, not the least of which is that the notebook with the draft story is sitting somewhere on my desk at work, while I am here at home miles and miles away.


While perusing Facebook thinking about an alternative topic for today’s post, the quote at the left kind of jumped out at me.  It is attributed to Edie Windsor, a human rights activist, who always urged others not to postpone joy.  Having watched far too much news coverage over the past few weeks about the flooding, earthquakes, and apocalyptic storms battering many parts of the world, seizing joy now rather than waiting until later seems like a pretty good idea.

So whatever your joy is – finishing that book, spending time with friends, finding the perfect lemon-drop martini,  laughing over old movies, or snuggling up with a loved one – go seize some.

I recently grasped a big handful of joy (and crossed an item off the Bucket List) when I spent a week in Scotland.  Today, I’m aiming a bit smaller and cuddling up with a good book, a mug of coffee, and a sleepy cat.

So, how are you seizing joy this week?

7 thoughts on “Elizabeth: Don’t Postpone Joy

  1. (-: I’m going to go home and make lemonade — which sounds really deep and life-changing since our era has turned Making Lemonade into something with capital letters, if not actually making it: MAKING LEMONADE. But no, I am going to lower-case make lemonade, and maybe something nice with chicken and eggplant. Probably just roast it all, which is both delicious and simple.

    And then the ukulele. I postponed learning to play the uke for years — I’d originally wanted to play mandolin but kept hearing about how hard it was to learn. The uke has made me so happy over the last 20 months or so. I’ll never turn it to good use — but perhaps it’s exactly because it’ll never be a useful skill that it’s so fun and nourishing. If somebody set standards for me, I’d laugh, because I’m not playing for other people. I’m playing for myself.

    And yes, that’s probably a PLAYING UKULELE with some subtext attached . . . .

    Glad you made it home safe and sound, and I hope we hear about your adventures in Scotland!!

    • That’s great that your ukulele is such a source of joy. I’ve always wanted to be able to play some kind of instrument, but other than a few years of violin in elementary school, I haven’t made any progress. My mother was an accordion player, as were many of her relatives before her. One of the few pictures I have of her where she truly looks happy is one where she was playing an old family accordion that we had restored.

      • Isn’t it funny how music runs in families? My father had a very bad experience with a piano teacher, so it skipped him. But my aunt played guitar in high school, and all my aunts managed to survive the piano teacher, and become players.

        Ukulele is a relatively cheap instrument. I’ve heard that you can buy a decent one for around $50. My first one was about twice that, but it came with a gig bag and a clip-on tuner. Only four strings meant that I was “playing” within the day, and actually playing and singing very simple songs within two weeks. So much gratification!

        I bet the recorder would be good, too. Not too expensive, not too big, and maybe not too hard (I’m not sure about that).

        (-: But the accordion? OMG, I’m a huge Weird Al fan, and I would love to be able to play the accordion. But it seems like the skill hurdle is really high. (That’s probably ridiculous — now that I know what can be done with chords, I could easily transfer that chord-stuff to the piano or the accordion, and be just as happy singing and playing to those as I am with the uke. But the uke is portable in a way that the piano or even the accordion is not.)

        (Let me whisper in your ear as a temptress: go for it. just go for it.)

        LOL, or not. I asked for my first uke as a Christmas present, and if my husband had pooh-poohed me and gotten me . . . diamonds? Vacuum-cleaners? . . . instead, I would have been happy, but not this happy.

        My second uke I got in San Francisco, as a matter of fact. The guy wasn’t super-friendly and the area wasn’t in the best part of town, but still, I’m happy with the uke I got.

  2. I received the first draft of my website from the developer on Monday (I’ve been not-so-patiently waiting four months since I paid the deposit) and I am thrilled with it.

    Planning to do a formal launch right here on Eight Ladies on September 25th (assuming the kinks have been worked out).

    I’m also 3/4 of the way through the revisions recommended by my editor for The Demon Always Wins. And realizing it’s time to think seriously about covers.

    So, a fair amount of joy going on here.

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