Simple Joy

When did the supermarket stop being exciting?

As a kid, tagging along with Mum to grab the milk felt like an adventure. The fluorescent lights, the hum of the fridges, the quiet promise of a treat in the trolley — all of it was thrilling. Somewhere along the way, that little errand turned into a dreaded chore. We swapped excitement for efficiency, wonder for ‘why is butter $8?’

Over the weekend, I watched my son giggle with delight as he helped crack eggs for scrambled eggs. He marvelled at worms while planting seedlings in the garden, and announced he was “a digger helping Bob the Builder” with muddy hands and proud eyes. That kind of joy — the full-body, can’t-stop-smiling kind — it doesn’t come from Gucci handbags or five-star resorts. It comes from presence. From curiosity. From simple things we stopped noticing.

Somewhere along the way, we got sold the idea that happiness was expensive — that we had to earn it, post about it, or book it six months in advance. But let’s be honest: the handbag’s ugly, and Paris smells like a bin on bin night. Meanwhile, your dog is wagging its tail, your kid is laughing at eggs, and the grass is growing whether you’re looking or not.

For me, joy is watching my son discover the world. As someone who went through the very real and grounding experience of cancer treatment, I’m learned that simple joy isn’t just a luxury — it’s essential.

On page 12, you’ll meet Earl Neilsen — a bowel cancer survivor and Trudy Crowley Foundation ambassador who recently got handed the keys to a new BT-50 thanks to the generosity of Auto Corner. Earl’s joy? Fishing trips with his family, and the peaceful simplicity of water, fresh air and good company. Read why his boat’s called Bell Ringer — it’ll make you smile.

If your version of joy includes good wine, sunshine and live music, flip to page 16 for all the details on this weekend’s Wisely Wine and Food Festival. Prefer something a little more spicy? The dazzling new show Lassu has landed at the Mackay Showgrounds — page 32 has everything you need to know.

Whatever it is that brings you joy — I hope you catch a glimpse of it this weekend. And if you’re not sure where it’s gone… maybe it’s time to look back at the worms and eggs.

Amanda

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