I used to believe there would be time for joy when the work was done.
I was wrong. Looking back, I see everything I missed.
Last year, I attended a women’s retreat.
When I entered the cabin marked with the word Joy, I broke down in tears.
In that moment, I realized something important: I had spent my whole life keeping it outside my door. I thought I didn’t deserve it. I told myself there was always too much work to be done.
This past year, I’ve made conscious choices to start letting joy in.
It’s still a work in progress. But I’ve discovered that it is worth welcoming—it’s pure, fun, and spirit-lifting.
Do you let joy into your life?
If not, maybe today is the perfect day to start.
You might be interested in my guided journal, Loving, the Greatest of These.
