Follow My Joy

To live without fear of losing my job, without the fear of not having enough money – do simply let go and follow my joy – whether it brings me money or not… To speak to people as a simple and free and equal being, and not have to beg a boss for a job… To have the freedom to say I would love to work here, but I want to be treated like I deserve and I deserve better than this… to follow what you want and not wait for it to arrive…to not be paralysed from the fear of failure…but to go out and do what i want to do because I can, and because living this way makes me free.

Doing my best at all times, leaves me free to be myself. I trust in myself and let go of worrying about things beyond my control.

Everyday and everyway, to live with joy not out of fear.

I followed my joy and she brought me lots of smiles. My heart shines.

Joy is in moving my body in dance, and allowing myself to be wherever I wanted to be.

Attitude. Accent. Pose.
Cha cha cha.

Oh baby does it ever feel good to follow my bliss. Wheeew! When I do this the sun glistens everywhere, I’m aligned with my truth and everything dances. I’ve come to know that joy comes through gratitude, through being thankful for everything in my life. The rest will be taken care of by the Universe. This is joy. I’ve found you.

Ha ha ha ha! Ha ha ha ha! Ha ha ha ha! Ah!

Moments of quiet refelection are also good. Joy needs time to incubate and rest. I needn’t push this too much. Joy should simply flow.

I followed my Joy everywhere today, and it found me at every turn. Joy looked up at me through a bouquet of radiant gold roses. I fell in love with them instantly and they make my heart swell every time I look at them. Then she made me laugh during yoga practice; I lived a moment of true gratitude when I understood from my being how fortunate I am to live the life that I do. That spark of joy ignited my entire day. Then Joy and I danced around my living room to funky soul music. Yeah! Give it to me one more time!

Watching Oprah and Gayle on their cross-country adventure was fun. To be locked in a car with another person for hours and still walk out laughing is true joy. I’m going to follow that.

Happy St.Patrick’s Day! I’ll be thinking green thoughts for everything Irish.

Joy, joy, joy…