I have a long-standing love of collecting things that, as Marie Kondo would say, “Sparks Joy” for me.
I find small gifts of happiness to be the light that takes us through the bouts of suffering we have as a species, as a society, as humans.
So, once upon a time, I discovered Pez. I may have been six or seven. I wasn’t allowed sweets of any kind. None. Seriously. I was completely deprived. 😉
And then there was this little stick that looked like a little sheep (like Shari Lewis’ lambs!) or some such and when you tilted its head back you got sugar. In the form of a hard chewable Pez tablet.
I was hooked. And not allowed.
So, of course, in my adulting year’s, the first thing I do? Start collecting them. Muppets and WB cartoon figures and Marvel and DC and holidays and goofy figures.
(BTW, did you know there is a MUSEUM???)
About half of my collection is now visible in a fit of cleaning that happened over the weekend.
I see it every time I sit down in my office chair. Happy. Happy. Joy. Joy.
Life is good.