November 1: Worst sleep ever + 1 fuzzy butt = a smile anyway.

I’ve just had the absolute worst sleep of my life.

(That I can remember.)

No clue why. If I got a full hour of uninterrupted sleep, I’d be shocked. I don’t feel like I got any rest at all.

Which is so not me.

I’m an Olympic-level sleeper.

I can fall asleep whenever I want. Stay asleep. Wake up six hours later like clockwork.

It’s one of my proudest quirks—and I guard it with the intensity of a dragon sitting on a pile of memory foam.

But last night?

Nope.

Nada.

Zilch.

And now I’m awake-awake.

So I guess I’ll just get on with my day.

Sunshine, fresh air, and the fun outdoor event I was supposed to be rested for.

But as I was bleary-eyed and debating what the actual fluff to write to you today, I remembered something from earlier this week.

We were asked a question during a FLOWN session:

“What brings you joy?”

And I couldn’t say the first thing that popped into my brain.

Not there.

Not on camera.

Not in front of work people.

But I can tell you.

Because you’re my people. 😈

What brings me joy?

Touching my sweetie’s fuzzy butt.

There.

I said it.

Out loud.

And now I’m smiling.

That’s the kind of joy I want more of. I’m going to do it.

Rev Heather, aka Nookie, LUQ
https://my.curiouser.life
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P.S. The recording I did with Lee Harrington yesterday? Fan-freaking-tastic, thanks for asking.

Quick question: What brings you joy?