This weekend, I learned about glimmers:
How lovely is that?
So, this morning, I took a walk around the neighborhood and, let me tell you, glimmers abound. Here’s a short list:
* Feeling the cool spring breeze.
* Walking past multiple guys with mustaches, swooooon.
* Smiling at a five-month-old baby with the saggiest, baggiest cheeks, and recognizing the Herculean neck strength he must have to carry around said cheeks all day every day.
* The cook at the café whistling perfectly along to the radio, including semitone shifts and harmonies.
* Spying a woman’s toast tattoo. (“My mom always told me that toast makes everything better,” she told me. “And I took it to heart.”)
“When I feel moments of peace, I usually take Kurt Vonnegut’s advice and say to myself, ‘If this isn’t nice, I don’t know what is,’” wrote Kate, a Cup of Jo reader. “It’s great to now have a name for that feeling. Plus, from a psychology perspective, I think naming it makes the concept more concrete and thus easier to actively seek out and notice.”
Adds Lauren: “I experienced a wonderful glimmer yesterday. After a four-day work trip, away from my three kids, I arrived at the Detroit airport to a delayed flight. Aggravated by needing to pump again and feeling an acute NEED to get home, I walked into the mothers’ room in terminal E in a sour mood. The most amazing glimmer arrived in the form of a guest book with musings from moms who had visited to pump or nurse, starting back in 2021. It was such a lift! I adore the amazing individual who had that brilliant idea.”
What about you? What glimmers have you seen lately? Please share below… xoxoxoxoxo
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