This is taking ultimate responsibility for our lives. It's hard and sometimes I just want to throw a temper tantrum and say NO! I'M EXHAUSTED!
Sometimes the reality of this power we hold as individuals just makes me mad... why can't someone else do it!?
Choosing joy is not trite. It’s not about giggles or excitement, though it can be.
It’s something so much deeper.
If you’ve suffered from any sort of depression or anxiety, all of this can feel even more difficult and almost… cruel, right? Like how do we DO THIS in light of those mental health challenges especially?! When we barely have the energy to get out of bed, how do we choose joy?!
In light of those challenges, it’s actually more important that we become conscious of the fact of this choice.
In bed, when we are struggling, can we look around for even a hint of joy that could motivate us?
If you’ve known me for more than five minutes, you know that would be the sight of my cat, Peony.
When I’ve been in some of my darkest moments in this human form, the thought of that cat… the purrs of that cat, have saved me.
Joy has saved me.
“Do not look for rest in any pleasure, because you were not created for pleasure: you were created for spiritual joy. And if you do not know the difference between pleasure and spiritual joy you have not yet begun to live.”