I used to think joy needed a bigger stage. Then I lived with a cat who treats a patch of sun as if it were a cathedral. He does not apologize for his rituals. He inspects the apartment perimeter at dawn, audits the windows, and then, with the authority of a small admiral, commits to a nap that looks suspiciously like faith.
I began to keep a parallel calendar-a private one-marked not with meetings but with tiny observations: a warm mug, a letter sent, basil still alive after a difficult week. The effect was not sentimental. It made the day legible. The big promises remained, but I was now accruing evidence that the hours themselves were worth defending.
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title A Cat-Inspired Day
dateFormat HH:mm
section Attention
Perimeter check :done, 07:00, 00:10
Focus block :active, 08:00, 02:00
Letter of thanks : 10:15, 00:15
Walk, no headphones : 12:30, 00:20
section Recovery
Nap (sunlit) : 13:00, 00:25
Admin batch : 15:00, 00:45
Austen would remind us that the particular is where the soul of a day lives. Mr. Knightley doesn’t love a principle; he loves punctual kindness. Bourdain would insist that you feed yourself well enough to respect the work. Obama would say that we can choose hope over cynicism at 10:15 a.m. with a note that acknowledges what went right. Orwell would tell us to call a nap a nap.
There is an obscure story I keep about the French horologist Antide Janvier, who built clocks that tracked celestial motions with terrifying calm. He worked during turmoil and scarcity, making mechanisms that refused to panic. I think of him when the news cycles sprint and the inbox howls. You can keep time without letting time keep you.
The practical part: build one ritual per week that would still make sense if the power went out. Write the thank-you immediately after the help. Label the file at the start, not the end. Put fruit in a bowl you can see. Walk the same two blocks and learn the tobacconist’s name. It is difficult to be taken advantage of when your days are full of named, ordinary anchors.
Cats know the trick: protect the perimeter, claim the sun, and check on your people. If you do this long enough, the calendar becomes less about restraint and more about making room for small astonishments. Joy is not an intermission; it is a practice. The hours are the cathedral. Sit in your patch of sun.