Joy? Me? The one who just wrote this big long post about being depressed? How do I write about joy? There are some days I don’t feel like I know what joy is.
But then I realize, I’m actually defining joy as happiness, and the two are not the same thing. Related, yes, but not the same.
Happy is being glad that the children emptied the dishwasher. No, that’s not right. Joy is being satisfied with the little things. No, that’s not right either.
If I had more than 5 minutes, I would sit here and use a dictionary and define them, because that’s how I think, how I figure stuff out.
Joy is watching my child who was a reluctant reader pick up a favorite book. Happiness is … I’m not sure I can define either one.
But a lot of the time, I can be joyful without being “happy.” Little Bit is a happy person. She’s always smiling, always laughing, always singing. She is a happy person. And I take joy in that. I really do. I am very thankful for my youngest.
But, I really don’t want to stop, because I need definitions. They make me… happy. lol
Full Definition of HAPPY
: favored by luck or fortune : fortunate
: notably fitting, effective, or well adapted : felicitous
a : characterized by a dazed irresponsible state
b : impulsively or obsessively quick to use or do something
c : enthusiastic about something to the point of obsession : obsessed