Our first snowstorm of of the year hasn’t come our way yet to lock me inside and force me to play checkers with Creativity, but I see her walking around the living room holding the box with the pieces above her head anyway.
What am I waiting for?
This usually is the time of year I get sparked with new creative ideas. Things to continue, things to research, things to improve. Things to get rid of. I always keep in mind my energy and attention levels, but at this early part of the month there’s no reason not to feel like Florence Griffith Joyner sprinting through the 100 meter run.
You can have a LOT of energy sitting on your sofa or at your kitchen table, right?
I try and put my new ideas behind washing the kitchen floors and rearranging my linen closet, both of which are numero uno on my work place list.
But I’m also thinking of introducing a new Angel Tear to my offerings, switching some beads that didn’t work well with ones that will, look for maybe one more craft show this summer, look into days I can take my grandkids camping, putting all my downloaded music on one hard drive, and researching a 42nd anniversary vacation to Paris and Rome.
Which comes first?
Does it matter?
Why do I get so pumped up about things I may or may not do? Why do I set myself up for failure because anything could happen at any moment and change the plans of my world?
I do it because it’s fun.
I love to dream. I love to pretend. I love to walk through other’s imaginations by reading their books and viewing their paintings and flipping through their scrapbooks.
Maybe its because once you get through your first big blow in life, nothing is the same, and the best way of healing is to find your joy button and push it as often as you can.
The sound may not be the same: the song may have changed, the pitched lowered, the warble increased, but it’s the same joy button you’ve always had. It’s always there, no matter how much you try and ignore it or belittle it or say you don’t deserve a button.
Sorry, folks. Everyone has a joy button. And the best way to make it through this life (and the next) is to push that button as often as you can.
The world deserves you.
Humoring the Goddess 
Your mind is whirling! Lots of good plans for the coming year. Keep that creativity going, and yes, push your joy button often. I never thought of it like that, but I’ve always said we are responsible for our own happiness. I can’t rely on someone else to give that to me.
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I agree on so many levels. I adore my other half and wouldn’t want anyone else but him, but I buy my own flowers for the house. He never thinks about it. (push*push)
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A perfect post for the New Year. Let’s all push that joy button!!
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Yes Yes!! {push*push*push)
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