Day 58: I stopped to take a breath. I literally did. I stopped in the middle of walking out of work and asked myself what joy I had today. Although I could think of little joyful things about the day, things that I was grateful for, they were passive. They were the joys that had happened to me while I went about my regular life. So I stood a minute, took a deep breath, and remembered that I was alive and that the point of being alive is to enjoy it.