One of the things I learned at my last counseling appointment (besides always check the seat for urine before sitting down) was allow a little time for myself each day. Do one thing that brings me joy each day. After today, I discovered that joy is a very elusive pursuit.
I used to watch T.V. for joy, or so I thought, now I realize it’s boring. Tennis is difficult alone, I’m not a very adept painter, and my guitar playing has fizzled (I’m not really progressing like I had hoped). So today, attempting to find something that brings me joy, I ended up taking a nap. I was so bored!
After an afternoon with no productivity, and no idea about what sparks joy in my life, I felt worse than before. I also had a home in need of cleaning and no idea what we were going to eat for dinner. This taking time out of my day for me thing is harder than it seems.
After the exhausting and selfish search for something that brings me joy, I came to one inescapable conclusion: feeling useful and necessary brings me joy. Helping a friend, lightens my mood. Maybe the old acrostic for JOY really is true: The J is for Jesus, he should come first; the O is for Others, they should come next; and the Y is for You, don’t obsess over yourself. I’m not sure I have it exactly right, but you get the jist.
My joy comes from the Lord. Finding something else that sparks joy isn’t going to be easy.
I am a Christian, a wife, a mom, and a part-time basket case who wants to be a full time writer.