A decade ago, before Brené Brown was a TedTalk sensation with close to 40 million views and I was a simple reader of her books and blog, a disciple of her views on shame and vulnerability, she inspired me with her weekly TGIF posts which I followed with my own entries.
Following her recent Call to Courage on Netflix (BRILLIANT – go watch!) it was announced that TGIF is coming back with weekly emails. I am so excited to get back into this practice. It is one I miss.
At the time of writing this post I have not received the first e-mail. According to the last iteration, in 2009:
“T.G.I.F is based on my theory on twinkle-lighting. I think twinkle lights are so universally loved because they are the perfect metaphor for joy. In our culture we’re taught to believe that joy and happiness should be a constant. They’re not. Joy is glorious precisely because it comes in moments – mostly ordinary moments. Most of us tend to miss out on those bursts of heart-light because we’re so busy chasing down “the extraordinary light” or we’re too afraid to enjoy them because we know they are fleeting. A joyful life is not a “flood light” of joy. That would eventually become unbearable. I believe a joyful life is made up of joyful moments gracefully strung together by trust, gratitude, and inspiration. – Brené Brown”
So, to end out this week, while I await the email:
I’m trusting that soon this cold and wet weather will give way to bright skies and colourful blooms. I have turned on the water, washed the windows, placed the furniture (no cushions yet!), cleaned the winter debris out of the gardens and the broken screen door is scheduled for repair. All is prepared and ready for the good weather ahead!
I’m grateful for the means and opportunity to make my home a reflection of everything that is important to me: comfort and acceptance. My home is filled with bold colours, comfortable furniture, overflowing bookshelves, tons of board and card games, super comfortable beds and a full fridge. I’m at an age and stage where I use the good dishes, drink my (box) wine out of crystal and have too many throw pillows.
I’m inspired to open all the windows and hunker down to write my novel-in-progress. One last outline review and update is complete. It’s time to write some more, and then some more again. Time to create at least four daily “office hours” to write at least 2,500 original words every day until it’s done.
What about you?