Joy Isn't a Destination...
I remember the day as if it were yesterday. I walked into our bedroom, looked at my husband, my now‑late husband, and said, with absolute certainty, 📣 “This… this life is everything I ever dreamed of.” 📣 I meant it. Every word. And then, less than two years later, everything I ever dreamed of felt suddenly out of reach. At least, that’s what I believed at the time. In the 28 years since, I’ve learned something essential about joy: It isn’t a destination. It isn’t a place you arrive and stay. Joy is a moment. Sometimes two. Sometimes three, when something inside you lights up. It might be your child’s first steps, your first job, the recognition of a hard‑earned accomplishment. Or it might be quieter: a deep breath, a sudden awareness that where you stand is exactly where you belong. What I’ve learned is that joy, much like grief, can wash over you in an instant and disappear just as quickly. And just like grief, it asks to be felt. Savored. Honored. Sometimes it shows up as a smile. Sometimes as a tear. Sometimes in the simple act of closing your eyes, spreading your arms, and spinning, just because you’re alive. And because I’m alive, I know I may experience something new at any moment. For me, there is joy in waking up to a new day with new hope for what may come. Not because life is perfect, or predictable, or anything like what I once imagined, but because joy still finds its way in. And I’ve learned to let it. How are you letting joy in?