"The hard times will begin to fade. Joy will take their place."
This was Dr. Arm's fortune cookie not too long ago. I've had it taped above my kitchen sink.
I've decided it is time to allow joy to take its place. For a long time I've allowed other things, not so positive to take more than their share of space in my head and heart. It was energy but maybe not the right kind.
Ever since we moved to our "real" life, I've felt a bit misplaced. Like, what exactly do I do now? What is it I "do" here in this new town, new life. It felt lost and weird. Nothing to push for, nothing to push against. An uncomfortable place to be after so many years of living for another time and place.
So it's a new year almost. I'm not going to make any resolutions here. That would be something to push for, right?
The universe has offered glimpses of the things that bring joy. And I am awed and grateful that I am in a place I can receive those things. Finding joy in helping families at Ronald McDonald House. Finding beauty in beautiful surroundings. Finding joy in movement. Finding joy in artistic expression. Wherever, whenever, I'm going to seek it and allow it.
So as I pound water and brew coffee as I embark on our fancy pants new years eve, I'm open to whatever comes.
Joy, and the certain hangover I'll have tomorrow.
Remind me to be "open" to the sunrise and early laughter of two children.......
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