The Joy of Nostalgia Remember when happiness was a Ring Pop or a Saturday morning cartoon, or going to see Lost Boys in the theater (which I am currently doing as this is posting)? Joy didn’t have to be complicated, and it still doesn’t.

You know that moment where you open a browser tab, log in, and then just sit there staring at the screen like, “Wait… why am I here?” That’s me. Daily. Sometimes I even rope my son into the game — “What was I doing again?” His favorite response: “Existing?” And don’t even get me started on my reading glasses. The full panic when I can’t find them… only to realize they’re right where they belong — on top of my head.

Life has a way of throwing us into the deep end when we least expect it. One minute, things feel steady, and the next, everything is upside