This week I shared a confession about how a simple change in nail polish color reconnected me with my joy. Artist Sophia Joan Short asks, “Is joy the squeeze of lemon so bright it almost stings?” It’s a valid question: is life so numb these days that the brightness of joy stings? The contrast so stark that in a way, experiencing deep joy hurts? How can we make joy a regular part of life so that instead of a sting, what we feel instead is a steady hum?