During the month of December, I challenged myself to complete a personal writing challenge, one prompt for everyday of the month since I was feeling like I had NOTHING to write about. Yes, I turned to Pinterest during a flare-up of my quarter-life crisis to find a “30 Questions for Self Discovery” visual. And I’m not sorry about it because if we’re all honest with ourselves (and as a blogger it’s pretty pointless if I’m not), we don’t always know the who, what, when, where and why’s of our lives.
The first five days were going great. Expressions of gratitude and practices of self-awareness were among the prompts I was asked to complete. Then day six came along. Day-fucking-six.
“When did I experience joy this week?”
Now, these are pretty basic prompts at first glance, but once you sit and ponder on them they start to get way too deep. So as I sat there at 5:30 in the morning trying to recall when I experienced joy that week, I was drawing a blank. Unsettling. If you know me, you know I’m rarely at a loss of words. It doesn’t matter if they’re effective or make any sense, they show up. This time was different.
So there I am, six days away from turning 26 and I can’t even figure out the last time I felt joy. Like, COME ON JESS. So clearly I knew it was time to strip everything down (metaphorically, don’t get nasty) and figure out how to infuse joy back into my life. But after that, I didn’t really put much thought into it, ya know? Wishful thinking that got lost in the shuffle.
Let’s time travel a bit…to ten days later. I’m sitting on the floor, surrounded by magazines, dismantling my 2017 vision board and cultivating a new one for 2018. As I’m taking pieces off from the past year, I was SHOCKED at how many random items that “just sounded good” came into my life. I’m talking about things I never planned for or things that I didn’t expect to happen so soon. A weird thing but also something I knew I needed to take into account.
Then I find a Women’s Health magazine and the cover of it says “BIG JOY!” JOY. And I think to myself “Hmm, maybe I should use that. Clearly the universe is telling me something.” So onto my vision board it went.
Over the next couple of weeks, I begin to see this freaking word EVERYWHERE I LOOK. In the most random places, phrases, magazines, books and even in my Passion Planner. At this point I absolutely know I need more joy in my life and I feel so much more justified thanks to all of these signs.
Instead of waiting for the clock to strike midnight and ring in the new year, I decided to start practicing joy while it was still December 2017. I’ve been putting in the effort to practice a morning routine that keeps me calm until I have to go into work. I’ve been looking for reasons to find the good things and the positivity to make each day joyful and worth living.
Happy 2018 y’all! I have such a good feeling about this coming year and my hope for everyone is to infuse more joy into your lives. Life is meant for living and it’s happening now. How are you going to make it worth it?
Here’s to the new year – it’s going to be good.