I’ve been spending a lot of time in the last few days doing paperwork. On one hand, I enjoy paperwork because it’s orderly, it has a purpose, and when it’s done, it’s obviously done. I’m pretty good at finding joy in paperwork based on those reasons alone.
However, when it comes to things related to taxes, I have to work a little harder at finding joy. Everything has to be just so in order to be correct, and it’s a bit harder to do everything “just so” with little children. The paperwork that I’ve been up to my eyeballs in are cloth diaper charity related donations. It’s not so much that the work is hard or miserable so much as I’m focusing very hard on making it all correct. There’s no joy in perfectionism.
Instead of being annoyed when Eudora pushes a key on my keyboard and naming the letter (sometimes correctly!), I’m finding joy. My daughter is learning, and she’s enjoying it. She’s not trying to prevent me from whatever oh-so-important task I’m attempting. She doesn’t know or care. What she sees is me pushing lots of keys really fast, and she just wants to show me what she knows.
Instead of telling Norton to stop when he shows me a “fwying car” or when his “hetoptor” (helicopter) lands on my screen, I’m finding joy in his attempts at creativity.
Then there’s the work itself. Instead of being annoyed with myself for putting it off or being intimidated by the sheer volume of paperwork I’ve been slacking on… I’m finding joy. The willingness of others to give so that they can help others is amazing. Doing this paperwork isn’t a miserable task. It’s something wonderful because it’s a reminder of the kindness of the people in my community. I’m pretty sure even the biggest grump in the world would manage to be happy about those things.
Have you tried finding joy in unexpected things? What bright side did you find?
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