It doesn't have to be a doom rectangle, it could just be another means of human connection.
Yeserday I stopped in the middle of my driveway to admire the raindrops on some grass. Just stopped, knealt down, and focused on the way they sparkled in the sun. No hurry, no fear of looking silly, just drinking in that mundane beauty. That was joy.
I was fixing something and made a stupid mistake. My inner critic had harsh words for me, words I'm ashamed I said out loud.
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