At the end of 2015, I found the “joy jar” project online in a few different places. It sounded pretty cheesy; the kind of obnoxious thing that makes you groan. And I mean uncontrollably groan aloud, so others can hear you.
But I was in a season of my life where things had been so stressful for so long, I needed a way out. I needed a path back to the more joyful version of myself, and was willing to throw anything at the problem. So I was was willing to try this little project – even though I was seriously cynical. Boy, was I wrong about it.
I’m writing this on New Year’s Day 2017, cuddled up on the couch. Derek and I just had a big breakfast. Moments ago, we finished going through the 2016 jar of joys. And, I’ve gotta say, I’m totally humbled by it.