When I decided I was really going to do this thing, I was really going to start writing a blog, I knew I needed a name. It needed to reflect who I am and what people might find in this space.
So I made a list.
[Actually, that’s how I tackle lots of things. I make lists, I research, I cry, I talk my husband’s ear off. (He prefers my list making.)]
And when I had a list of a couple dozen words I liked, I realized I kept coming back to just a few of them, including “muddle” and “joy.”
I used to think of joy as an emotion akin to happiness, maybe just a bit more so. But I was intrigued to read about how C. S. Lewis defines “joy,” sometimes referring to it as a longing. In Surprised by Joy, he says, “