Joy is not a project. It’s not a class you can ace or a race you can win. More joy comes from disaster with those you love than with success among those you don’t.
Have you ever cooked a meal with your family? If a joyous memory came to your mind, I can almost guarantee the memory had messes, burnt food, or disgusted but laughing faces. When you can feel so safe, so at home – you can mess up. And you can laugh, and find joy.
So don’t stress about a burnt roast, man. Let your heart fill with joy that you had anyone to cook with.
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