Joy and I have always been close, but from now on I’m letting Joy RULE.
I live for it, seek it, grow it, follow it, listen to it, teach it. I’m hopelessly devoted to Joy.
If you’re navigating a lot of changes, coping with loss or anxiety, Joy is not so easy to cultivate. We often get crabby, bitchy, no fun to be with. Especially with ourselves.
For some of us, the upheavals of midlife can lead to an almost constant crankiness, a bad mood that’s so deep it could reach the core of the Earth. Just ask the people who have to live with us.
When I’ve noticed the Bitch factor rising like hot lava, I tell myself this:
At least you don’t have ebola. You could be bleeding from your eye sockets right now.
It works. Because then I’m smiling. Nothing zaps the bitch factor into oblivion like humor.
And nothing inoculates you against crankiness like joy.
Happiness is great, but joy is of a higher order. Like water, joy is transformative. It shows up in zillions of forms:
- joy of light: damn! the sun came up again today
- thankful joy: there’s enough food to make it through the day
- surprising joy: the spritz of cold rain on your face
- sexy joy: soooo ready to feel good
- deep joy: for no good reason, mysteriously happy to be alive
- tearful joy: the taste of your own tears running into the corners of your mouth
I’m so turned on by joy, and especially the deep joy that is possible for women as they shift from being a servant to their outer lives to be more attentive to their inner lives, their yearnings.
I’m so turned on that I’m putting joy at the center of my new website, offering creative tools and mentoring for midlife women longing for more expression, more voice.
I can’t wait to announce this new gorgeous creature. All things in good time.
Tell me: where do you find your greatest joy? When is it harder to feel it? Just imagine my joy at seeing you here…