Comfort & Joy

If you know me, you know I really don't like Christmas. Maybe it's retail that dragged it out of me, the endless Christmas concerts (playing the same songs on repeat, in the worst way). Maybe it's just the over commercialization of it all. Maybe it just wasn't my holiday ever (I do love me some Halloween).

We entered an empty house. We knew it would be empty. We unloaded, unpacked, and started to unwind. I looked at the sink of dishes and started to wash it (I like to earn my keep, and help a sista out). Then I pulled out this mug. I almost started to cry. My emotions written across it. "Comfort and Joy".

There are a few sacred spaces that I feel the most comfortable in. Ones that bring me a lot of joy. Safe at home. Or, in this case, safe at Holmes. A place where I feel connected.

The way we curate our lives is so crucial. What are we filling our spaces with? Not just our physical spaces, but our hearts, our thoughts, our souls. Do these things bring joy? Yes. But, I think they should also bring comfort too. Christmas, and feelings, don't come from stores. They don't come with a cost or a discount code. They definitely all mean something more.

I come from a generation that is now (generally) seeking out cozy and joyous. We're all tired, we've wrestled with years of hyper-independence, being people pleasers... and for what?

Choose you. Clean out anything that doesn't serve you - people, things, places. Choose your comfort and joy. Choose connection - hold on to each other, bring joy and kindness and sprinkle it like it's confetti. Choose your happiness, whatever that looks like. My mom always use to say "100 years from now it won't matter" (I think some things might, but I digress).

Sometimes these things are temporary. But let them fill your cup in the moment and sip from it slowly. Enjoy it. Find a special mug to drink out of today too, you're worth it. Keep packin' your own sunshine. Sure love ya.