Sips of Joy

 I read this somewhere and instantly loved the concept. Happiness is too big. Sips is all I seem to experience and damn if it doesn't feel enough. The sip contains all of it. 

Today my sip was in the early morning. Pretty much every morning I wake up at 5:00, usually out of bed 5:30 to exercise, meditate, or write. I first drink coffee. Nothing else will do. Coffee has to come first. 

I got on my Peloton bike near our window and started to pedal. Soon my cheeks were warm and the small of my back glistened with effort. To my right a quote I wrote out on an index card a week ago "Trust the Struggle." My legs going around and around. I show up for myself every day and get stronger. 

I look out the window. It is cooler outside. The heat wave that wrings its' own brand of desperation has lifted. There are peeks of pink sun light layered through the clouds. My dog Holly lies close by with her loyal brown eyes ready to lift when I turn my head toward hers. 

It's mine. I sit on my yoga mat a sweaty mess. I close my eyes and breathe. To be here is so much. A perfect sip.