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Day 24 Are you Content?

So, I love joy.  It's very different from happy and I've learned a lot about it.  But today I want to ask, are you happy?  I mean, are you truly content? Are you doing what you love? See, I think many of us have gotten caught up in the priorities of the world, that we forget to care for ourselves. Or we spend all our energies on others that we leave ourselves completely empty and worn. Don't get me wrong, we should care for others, and we can't always be happy, but there's a balance here.

You may need to provide for a family.  You may need to save money for school, or a car, or a house.  We all need money. Therefore we have to work. I'm not asking are you happy every day at your job.  But, do you love what you do? Is there some passion planted in your soul when you do what you do?  Are you content? I know so many people who get home exhausted and drained because they either dread every day, or they have other dreams, or they ignore what their soul needs. 

Friends, self-care is not selfish. Following your dreams and setting goals aren't either. Of course, if these are your sole focus, then yes, it might be, but you see the point.  Let yourself breathe.  How can you incorporate what you love where you are? Do you need to make changes in your routine to make time for yourself and do something that makes you happy? How can you care for those around you and give yourself space to care for yourself too? Things to think about.  Things I've been thinking about.

I have hard days at work, but I love what I do.  I love people, and I get to serve them every day.  And yet, I'm also an introvert, so I am usually drained when I get home. So I know I need to take time for myself.  I need to rest and restore so I can keep serving.  Because not only am I happy, but it brings me joy.  When you do what you love, not only are you happy, but your soul collects joy each day. 

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