We’re Too Old to Use The Age-Old Excuse to Avoid Joy

Changing our language changes our experience

I’m too busy.

I have work to do.

Mika was lying next to me this morning, luxuriating in her daily massage. We both had had a long walk on the beach yesterday. She sprinted, I walked. It was pure joy, even if my poor feet were speaking to me in Icelandic the rest of the day.

The sun was bright, the waves sparkling, Mika came when called. Progress.

Pure joy.

Today, before I got out of bed and brushed off the blizzard of Mika hair, I thought about the day ahead.

I have a load of work to do today. I’m too busy.

Wait a minute.

I’m a wordsmith. Wrote the book on the power of words.

I have a lot of joy to experience today.

Just like that, how I felt about the day ahead, including what work I might do, was transformed.

With just a few words I redirected my attention: to my gorgeous yard, to the soft weather, to the happy dog on my bed, to the privilege of being alive to experience these things and so much more.

Sure, there’s work to be done.