The passion of the daily grind

I went through my books this morning as I tried to remember what it is that I want to do. I'm a woman who has found the joy of reading the exotic travel logues of Mary Kinglsey, enjoys art, and basically enjoys laying about some days.
Unfortunately when I am working on a good bye ( this week was the 3 month anniversary.), I tend to forget the the joys and focus on the mellow sadness. So what do I do? How do I keep my personal life from turning to pooh?
I guess the answer is in the same practice keeping the door open even when I don't know why. Allowing humour in when possible. Allowing the world to speak into my soul. And sleeping when it is needed.