I am reminded of the autobiography of a favorite author, Elizabeth Goudge. She called it the Joy of the Snow, after seeing the daughter of a friend playing outside under the snowflakes. The little girl wasn't thinking of the muddy mess that would be on the floor, the load of dirty laundry, the chapped cheeks and cold fingers, the spilled hot chocolate. She just saw the joy of the snow. My son just saw the joy of the sand.
I want to live like that, in the moment, being inspired by life; by the little joys, by the rain, by a piece of music or by the sky, as Joshua talks about here.
What simple joys do find around you? Things that could be annoyances unless you look at the bigger picture?