Have you noticed when you cut an apple through the middle, there’s a star waiting for you? It’s cool. I learned this years ago from a cousin in Pennsylvania.
It’s a joy of the moment. It only lasts as long as that. I tried to save a slice, like a romantic notion of making a Christmas ornament or something, but no, it browned up and crinkled up. If I had all my sights on saving it for some other time, for the future, I’d have been disappointed. But I didn’t; I enjoyed it in that moment, and so did my husband.
A couple of days later, I cut the apple this way again. I enjoyed it again. And so did my husband.
When I was a youngster, Sandra Boynton, cartoonist/humorist (chocolate-loving hippos, “Wee fish ewe a mare egrets moose” in place of “We Wish You a Merry Christmas”) came out with a design. Mine was on a mug. It was a little bear holding a balloon that said, “I love you.” On the inside of the mug, it read, “It’s a sentiment that bears repeating” along with a ring of 10 more bears and balloons. I loved it then, and I love it now. It probably formed some of my ability to find little joys in the moment, for myself, for children with special needs, for those with Alzheimer’s. Thanks Sandra.
Create some joys of the moment, and love them in that moment alone. It counts as joy. And you could cut the apple through its core, but why, when the star is waiting for you? Choose joy in the moment, when you can.