Today’s TJ came early. After spending the night in a cabin on my parents’ property, I’d hoped to wake to a bright, yellow sunrise but was instead treated to a dense, heavy fog, a remainder of last night’s long, steady rain. Waiting for the sun to burn off the fog provided an extended, luxuriously slow morning for journaling morning pages and meditation.

Where was your tiny joy? I’d love to hear. Share in the comments if you like!