Every day I attract circumstances and situations that fill me with joy.

Walk a dog through a town and the place changes shape around you. Strangers talk. People who have passed you in silence for years suddenly have something to say about the weather and about the animal.

The town did not change. A small opening got made, and things came through it that had no route in before.

Most joyful circumstances work like that — not conjured, but let in. They need a door: a hobby, a regular route, the habit of saying yes to the coffee.

Whatever your door is, keep it propped. What arrives through it will not be anything you planned.