an author i love just tweeted about howΒ βbig joy and small joy are the sameβ and how she was just as content the other night eating chocolate and cuddling her dog as she was on her Big Trip to new york and honestly. i think thatβs it. this morning i was listening to an audiobook while baking shortbread in my joggers and i realised i really didnβt care what Big Things happened in my future as long as i could keep baking and reading at the weekend and maybe that is the kind of bar we have to set to guard ourselves against disappointment. just appreciate and cherish the mundane stuff and see everything else as a bonus.















