For the Sheer Joy of It

Critic: Why do you waste your time making such garbage? 😑

Do you ever do something for the sheer joy of it? Even if you’re not very good at it and may never be?


 

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15 Responses to For the Sheer Joy of It

  1. Rummuser says:

    Singing while showering.

  2. Mike says:

    Sheer joy? Seldom.

    enJOYment? Almost everything I do. πŸ˜‰

  3. Vicki says:

    I was often asked that as a child – by my mother no less.
    But, my soul craved the process, and I continued.
    Hard yards, perseverance and utter love of what I do resulted (many years later) in the humble gratitude that people like what I do enough to buy it.

    Who knows where the joyful journey will take you? And, the doing is often more than enough…

  4. KB says:

    All the time!!!!!!

  5. Evan says:

    I love going for a walk, though thankfully (so far) it is pretty safe from critics.

    • Jean says:

      When I was a kid my mother criticized the way I walked. “You walk like like a duck,” she would say. I love to walk anyway πŸ™‚

  6. Cathy in NZ says:

    BTW I now have a “low” as such net connection at home…depending on where I am in house, how well I am receiving. Which means I’m relaxing on bed with the laptop on my tray…

    I remember when I want to Uni and many said “why?” and I always replied “because I can” – and that is one of my buzz words besides “it depends”

    I have tackled lots of things I am not necessarily equipped to – full stop – for all the JOY that I can get, even if in the end I give it away…

    • Jean says:

      Yes, I think of you when I play with art. I love the fact that you do things for the enjoyment of the process. πŸ™‚

      I’m glad you have some internet again. I missed you!

  7. Ursula says:

    Interesting question, difficult to answer: Do I ever do anything for the joy of it even if I am no good at it?

    On first reflex my answer would be: No, I don’t do things I am no good at. Not even practice always make perfect.

    However, on reflection, I probably do an awful lot of things I am no particular master of. Doesn’t matter. But then I never look at approval from outside. My approval of myself is hard enough to come by as it is. In fact, there are times I spit (not really, just inwardly) when people ‘approve’ of my competence. Go away, I think. If you want to know how best to unblock a toilet (and do it yourself) do come back and I’ll show you.

    If anything, Jean, and this might mildly amuse you: I am so interested in the world, its dog and their foibles, I can’t possibly cram it all in. Which is where I tend to trip myself up. They say some people dig deep (specialisation by another name), some people skim the surface. I’d say I skim with the occasional dive. Which makes for one hell of a rainbow.

    I know I do occasionally needle you about your ‘toys’ (seems so indulgent) but do like your playful approach to life. I do believe that, in the end, it doesn’t really matter what we do/have done – as long as we do/have done something (even nothing), enjoyed ourselves as best we can and have brightened a few people’s lives on the way.

    U

    • Jean says:

      I do believe that, in the end, it doesn’t really matter what we do/have done – as long as we do/have done something (even nothing), enjoyed ourselves as best we can and have brightened a few people’s lives on the way.

      I won’t argue with you about that! Yes, playing with my toys is self-indulgent. It’s my version of wearing purple with a red hat that doesn’t go. The perks of growing old. πŸ™‚

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