Describe one simple thing you do that brings joy to your life.
For me, it’s cannabis.
This is not done in some over-hyped influencer way. It’s not to escape or erase the hard parts. Instead, it is an intentional, grounding practice. A small ritual that helps me settle into my body when the day’s left me scattered and tight. I live in a legal state, and that alone feels like a gift. It means I can let go of the shame that used to linger around this choice. I can choose this softness on purpose. And I do.
Some days it’s a joint rolled with care, stepped outside just as the sky turns bruised and quiet. Other days it’s a single gummy that says, hey, you made it, you can exhale now. Sometimes, it’s the slow breath that comes after the first hit. My chest finally stops holding on so tight, and I remember what it feels like to just be.
Marijuana
Cannabis doesn’t fix anything. It doesn’t erase my struggles. But it softens them. It gives me a little more space between my thoughts. It lets joy creep in through the cracks. I experience unexpected laughter. I find deeper sleep. Music suddenly feels like it’s playing for me. I’m more myself, not less. Just a version with more room to feel without being overwhelmed.
We are all Valid
I know not everyone connects with this plant the way I do, and that’s okay. But I think we all have something like this. Something small, sacred, maybe a little misunderstood by others. Something that reminds us we’re allowed to feel good. We’re allowed to feel pleasure, calm, silliness, stillness. We’re allowed to tend to ourselves, even in tiny ways.
So that’s mine. That’s the thing that brings me a quiet kind of joy.
What’s yours? What small thing do you do, not because it solves everything, but because it brings you back to yourself?
