I think this is a good name for what I want to reach. I want joy like blowing a dandelion wish rather than like a bubble machine or disco ball. If I have calm joy, I don't think I can be ill. Mania is never calm, and depression is never joyful.
I like the joy that, at a thought, makes me smile involuntarily. My face seems to change.
When I'm calm, I feel as I do with a few people who put me at ease immediately. Calm is like a big comfy bed that gives joy a chance to be still and whisper gratitude into the pillow.
Some people walk with such grace; I wonder if that comes from calm joy.
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