Practicing joy in difficulty
I have a genuinely cheerful friend who, as far as I know, coined the term, “joy-ging,” to describe her combination of running, dancing, and spontaneous movement. This kind of joy — possible while sweating and heaving up a hill — is so different than how joy has been marketed to us all these years.
Think of a commercial for a diamond ring and how the woman’s face lights up when she sees the rock. Or a Best Buy ad: look at Dad, barely sentient on the couch, reveling in football on a big screen TV. Not…
