I’ve been feeling disconnected from my joy the last couple of days. I hate that feeling of disconnect. Do you know what I mean? Joy, for me, is like sitting by a gentle stream, amongst the trees and feeling God’s presence inside and around me. I love that feeling. It’s a feeling of acceptance and love. It’s a “knowingness” that I’m not alone and that no matter what shows up in my life, I know that it will be okay. Well, I haven’t been feeling that way lately.
I took a walk this morning with my pups and was reminded why I felt so disconnected from my joy. I haven’t been staying present. I have a lot going on in my life right now. For the next six weekends, I’m only home one of them. I have a contractor who’s in and out of my home due to Hurricane Irma. Yes, we had damage up here in the mountains of Georgia. That in itself is enough to stifle joy, but there are much bigger things happening. My daughter is getting married in November. I have an Enlightened Mom event in Dallas in two weeks. Plus, I’m helping put on a 5K run and festival for our local CASA organization to help abused or neglected kids in foster care. And…I just started hosting a new radio show. Whew! I could find myself sliding down a dark rabbit hole after just writing this. But what I am reminded of after this morning’s walk is that it is projecting into the future and not staying present that saps my joy.