Where Passion & Purpose Collide
Hello, my name is Joy…and I’m an input junkie. It’s true. I am somewhat obsessed with gathering information, gleaning nuggets of wisdom, and putting into action what I learn, in my personal, professional or spiritual life. I read several books at the same time (although have a bad habit of not finishing them all), listen to books on Audible, and fold laundry… Read More
The past year has been one for the books when it comes to growth, both professionally and on a more personal level. Sometimes this growth has shown up externally, in exciting displays of color and action, branching out and budding new life on already existing limbs. Visible to the public eye, this growth quickly gets noticed and celebrated. As a ‘words of affirmation‘ gal, I totally thrive… Read More
I spent most of my adolescent years aching to be someone else. Any body else. And while I can say that I’ve finally learned to embrace the quirky, awkwardly transparent, people-loving introvert I’ve grown into, I still occasionally stumble into that place of longing for the ability to behave or perform or create like another. I often struggle with comparing… Read More
I opened my laptop last night, after getting my kidlets settled into their respective beds, to write. Just write. Not edit. Not criticize. Not overanalyze every.single.word I type. Not sigh and slam close my laptop feeling discouraged and defeated. Just write. And drink lots of tea. This always helps. I tend to be an overanalyzing perfectionistic freak when it comes… Read More
I realize this renders me a freak of nature, but I really like Mondays. Less freakish is my adoration of the new year. You see, I love new beginnings. I live for fresh starts. Do-overs rock my socks off. And my muffin-top, if done correctly. My hubby thinks I am a dork {albeit a “cute” one} and is not a… Read More
It is finally here: the first day of our purging project…hip hip hooray! Thank you for all your encouragement and excitement. It really delights my heart to know that I’ve struck a cord with a few of you with this wild endeavor, and can’t wait to see what we accomplish, as a group, in our own homes, across the globe… Read More
{I shared some of my notes from Temple Care 101 almost a year ago, but having just spoken on this subject a couple of weeks ago reignited my passion, so I wanted to revisit it and make the handouts available to you too!} While often discarded as Eastern mysticism, I firmly believe the concept of Wellness is dear to… Read More
I survived completed my first week of my battle plan. My living room/office was first on the list…and it’s looking deliciously organized and uncluttered. I have yet to delve into the kids toy chest, but it’ll happen soon {stealthily, while we play, I’ll be off-loading things into a Goodwill box and garbage bags. Mwah ha ha ha!}. It’s… Read More
Every neurotic, type-A, control-freakish, list-loving smart woman has a battle plan for when she turns 30, right? {Just humor me here} I thought so. For as long as I can recall, I have loved the idea of being “in my thirties”. It’s a stage of life when one has enough years under their belt to have some experiential knowledge to… Read More
For the past several years, writing has become more and more a source of a delight to me, stirring up both passion and excitement, and deep reflection and heart-naked vulnerability. I write as an outlet. An escape from the constant demands of this life. As a record of the little lives growing up fast before my eyes. As proof that… Read More
{begin mindless fodder} There. I said it. I did it. I broke my sugar “boycott”. 70 days without sweets {minus my single, carefree anniversary cookie}, with about 30 more to go, and then this…a kit kat, in all it’s chocolate-coated-wafery goodness. I also haven’t shaved my legs for 2 weeks, just in case you wanted to know. {Sorry. You didn’t.}… Read More
I have always wanted to be 30. I chuckle whenever I see “13 Going On 30” because I can so relate to that burning desire to be older {not to mention her life as a child of the 80s}. When I was 12, I wanted to be 16. When I hit 16, I wanted to be 21. When I reached… Read More
