Finding Serenity and Joy

I posted a quote on Facebook yesterday from Julie Powell’s blog:

“I am bored by much food writing, by the need people seem to have to equate the preparation of food with privilege, romance and unbroken serenity.”

You can insert a lot of different things in that: “People seem to equate _____________ with privilege, romance, and unbroken serenity.” If doing certain things make you feel these things, that’s great. I’m not knocking that. What I don’t understand is why some people feel that they must do certain things in order to feel these things. It’s like if they don’t, then their life is meaningless. Seriously?! I equate designing jewelry with unbroken serenity, but I don’t feel like I must be doing that to feel that way. I equate playing games with my family with pure joy and happiness, but I get the same feeling just being with them – sitting in the same room, watching a movie, or just watching or listening to them when they don’t even know it. 🙂

Maybe it’s because I’m the type of person who doesn’t need over-stimulation to feel emotions in a big way. I’m a super-sensitive type so it doesn’t take a lot to make me well up or to make my heart burst with pride and love. In fact, too much stimulation makes me anxious and want to shut down.

What do you equate with serenity and joy? Do you find elaborate, planned activities or interactions with family more fulfilling than simply being together? Why or why not?

Darcy Elliott

I don't believe humans truly have a purpose. Our goal is to survive until we expire. Period. Joy is pleasurable and worrying is not. Balance in life is crucial; but if the scales must tip, may they tip on the side of joy. I’m just another human trying to survive. I blog because I can and because I enjoy it, not because it serves any purpose.

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