No?
Neither did I.
Several years ago, I committed to overcoming the bad habit of postpoining my joy. It looks like this, “Yeah, yeah…I’ll get to that walk, or dancing to Bob Seeger in my underwear, just as soon as I do blah, blah, blah.”
My daughter was on her way to her community college bathroom when she collapsed ten years ago. She was in ventricular fibulation and she should have died. 99% of people this happens to die right on the spot.
Her near death reminded me in a visceral way that death is right there waiting for any of us and will not be held back by, “Yeah, yeah. I’ll get right to you just as soon as I blah, blah, blah.”
When a friend of mine was having trouble finding her joy every morning, I sent her a week of Joy Practice. I have it ready to share with you, if you like.
Postponing joy might kill you, but living joyfully every day will make you glad you are alive.
Blessings,
Vicki