01/03/2026
Something for all of us to strive for as we go into the New Year. Wishing everyone more joy each and every day in 2026. š„³šš
This next year,
Iām choosing joy.
Not because life suddenly became lighter,
or because every unanswered prayer found its endingā
but because Iāve learned what it costs
to carry heaviness longer than necessary.
Iāve learned that sorrow can take up residence
if you let it.
That grief doesnāt always announce itself loudlyā
sometimes it slips in quietly
and settles into the ordinary days.
So this year,
Iām choosing joy on purpose.
Iām choosing it in the mornings
when my body reminds me of all the years Iāve lived.
In the mirrors that tell the truth about time.
In the memories that ache and bless me
all at once.
Iām choosing joy in the small, overlooked momentsā
coffee growing cold on the counter,
laughter drifting in from another room,
the sound of someone I love just being here.
Iām choosing joy without waiting
for life to make sense first.
Because I know nowā
waiting for perfect is how joy gets postponed
until itās almost forgotten.
This next year,
Iām choosing joy even when the house is quiet.
Even when the calendar is full
and my heart still feels a little empty.
Even when I miss people
I canāt call anymore.
Iām choosing joy that coexists with sadness.
Joy that doesnāt deny the hard things,
but refuses to let them have the final word.
Iāve carried enough āwhat ifs.ā
Enough āif onlys.ā
Enough seasons where surviving
was mistaken for living.
This year,
Iām living.
Iām choosing joy in slowing down.
In saying no without guilt.
In loving deeply without keeping score.
In being present instead of productive.
Iām choosing joy that doesnāt need permission
or approval
or explanation.
Joy that looks like peace.
Joy that sounds like gratitude.
Joy that feels like finally exhaling
after holding my breath for years.
I donāt know everything this next year will bring.
I donāt know what it will take
or what it will ask of me.
But I know who I am now.
And thatās someone who chooses joyā
not because life is easy,
but because life is precious.
This next year,
Iām choosing joy.
And Iām not waiting another season
to begin.