A cocktail on the roof.

Pinky-orange mountains at sunset.

Waking from a nap to find a cat curled up beside me.

There is still joy.

Only one thing really, really mattered, and that was noticing happiness when it found me.

How do we decide what products to buy, how to vacation, and where to live when every single choice seems to have far-reaching and invisible consequences?

Despite my less-than-perfect life, I'm a firm believer that the benefits of the slow life can be had even by those of us who aren't living amongst lavender fields or growing our own stone fruit.