I’m human, so I can tell you there are times that I slip into a depressive state, and when that occurs, I don’t even want to function. I’m a fighter y’all, still that’s real human shit, no facade in the verbiage.
Marie Kondo states, spark joy is a loose translation of the Japanese word ときめく(tokimeku), literally “to flutter,” “to throb,” “to palpitate,” or “to beat fast,” as your heart would when it feels excited.
“In ordinary life, we hardly realize that we receive a great deal more than we give, and that it is only with gratitude that life becomes rich.”Dietrich Bonhoeffer
I’ve been the girl that sought others (solely) for affirmation. Such as hey look at me, and tell me I’m pretty, tell me I’m enough, tell me I’m valuable. I call that, an energy vampire, those were my teen years and I’m not proud of it.
When’s the last time you received a REAL hug? I’ll be honest, I miss physical touch or even the intimate non sexual touches during the day.
“Weary just won’t let me rest,Kari Jobe — Find You On My Knees
And fear is filling up my head,
God I’m longing for You”
What is Joy?
I’ve been in search of joy. I visualize joy like the color of the beaming sun and warm enough to cloak my shivering body. I imagine joy as the inner peace that is exceedingly great, more than I could ever ask or wonder.