It took everything in me to get out of the bed Saturday morning in the midst of the sprinkling rain, little sleep and a mild hangover. Yet as my boyfriend reminded me at the foot of the bed, ‘Hey, you committed to it, get up, let’s go’. He was right and I was up.
And, we ran. My sweet little family of three ran a Christmas 10K together.
After the race, I came home and plopped on the couch and watched Christmas movies with my sweet runner of a dog all afternoon. In the midst of watching the show and a well-deserved nap, I drained my phone battery as I kept going through my photos from the run. I would click one picture, then the next. Zoom in here, smile there. Crop this, instagram that.
And in that moment, I knew my joy.
What I know to be joy is: I love finish lines with my boyfriend, hiking in the mountains, goals conversations over coffee, a ride on a Vespa scooter, a heart opening yoga flow, and red wine + laughter.
I say, know your joy. LOVE the pictures that capture your life!
And always know, you have to get out of bed to be in them!
NOTE: This very well might be written in permanent ink on my body one day.
To be real with you, I catch myself playing the comparison game more than I would like. And I realize in this life mode of comparison, I can seemingly drift into a constrained sense of self. There is an ignorance that literally blocks my own personality, my art, my ultimate creativity, my joy. I feel stress, judgement, fear, self doubt, a little rage and I get aggressive. Who is that?
You ever go there?
In these moments, I literally feel that I press the pause button on one epic soundtrack when I start comparing myself to another person. You know at a wedding or at the end of the most awesome nights and the music stops and the lights come on and we are like, “‘No, play one more, please. I’m not done yet!’. Well, that is exactly what happens when you compare. Music stops, party over and your life is like, wait, ‘I am so not done yet, turn that beat back on!’.
I have to remind myself to channel Teddy Roosevelt and realize that I am the thief of my own joy. I have to feel it, own it, make a choice and stop, stop, stop comparing. Recognize where I am now and know that I will get to where I want to go, once I can hear the music again.
Your turn. Release the pause button. Recognize where you are and know that you will get to where you want to go.
Rock your life. Your way. Your time. Your Joy.
Remember disposable cameras? Oh how I loved the surprises when you actually took them to print at the drugstore!
Yesterday, I kicked it old school and printed off pictures from my iPhone. They have options: an app that you can transfer pics directly to the kiosk, directly print from Facebook, or plug in the iPhone directly. Rock the choice. A total of 40 photos cost me 10 dollars, what a deal! Mind you, the print shop does not like instagram filters. Noted.
I got home and replaced most of my old photos with updated pictures. Some of my frames had pictures from over 6 years ago; my friends and I don’t even look like that anymore!
And, it reminded me to decorate my life with the people I love. Have visuals that make you smile and be grateful.
Post pics in real life, not just on Facebook.
Give your shelf some life with moments that bring you more joy!