So if you read my post the other day joy was my Angel word of the week. I got out of the house yesterday and had a good day. Went boating with my parents spent day there then spent a couple hours with a friend driving around and talking. It was a joyful day and I’m thankful for that.
Today I’m not not joyful I’m just not ready to go back to work or motivated to do much. I was going to make banana bread but no baking soda. I need to get some financial affairs in order but it’s just depressing. I want to take a nap but not really tired. Whaa whaa whaa 🙂
I thought this quote was amazing and so true. We are a complex creature and it’s hard to find real love. I know some do and I’m happy for them and envious of them. I think it’s rare though. It makes me wonder if people a hundred years ago had the same issues we do or if it was easier back then.
Do you have any theories on if it was easier?