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A journal for finding joy and purpose right where you are


How can my life be happy and worthwhile now? Be encouraged, dear friend. The key to uncovering it lies in the very fact that you’re looking for it in the first place.


52 Meaningful Moments: A Journal for Finding Joy and Purpose Right Where You Are is finished and ready for you! Completing this project feels totally exciting. Totally unreal. And totally humbling. I hope this guided journal only adds to the encouragement and inspiration I strive to send your way through my writing. You can head over here to take a peek inside and get your copy (if you can't wait!) or keep reading for the story—and the heart and soul—behind the journal...

 

One simple question can be the beginning of a journey we never expected taking. One heart wide open can lead us to answers and paths we never would have chosen for ourselves. One decision to put pen to paper and give space to the truths already within us can be the gateway to potential we never knew was there. I believe that. With all my heart.

Unexpected

Life, by nature, is unpredictable. But with a recent broken connection between my brain and my body, it felt like I’d been given an extra dose of it. One day I’d been driving my little guy to preschool, walking to the park, and doing ballet in the kitchen for exercise (and fun). The next, an unexplained limp, then a cane, then a walker became part of my everyday.

In a matter of weeks, with no reason behind it, I’d lost my ability to walk unassisted and it just got worse from there. The eventual explanation: my leg and arm were fine. They just weren't getting the signals from my brain to… well, work. It took nearly a month in a rehab hospital - and hours of physical and occupational therapy - to learn how to stand and walk again, and when I finally came back through the door of my own home, I did it on my own two feet.

But I still was nowhere near the capable, healthy person I’d been months earlier, and more often than not, my body still refused to cooperate. The nature of this mysterious disorder, I guess.

One simple question

These new limitations drew an entirely different picture of the potential I’d spent so much of my life working towards. The wife and mom I thought I’d be looked nothing like the person sitting here with a leg that didn’t work right and a body that resisted almost everything. No more driving my little guy to school (or anywhere), no more spontaneous trips to the park, and definitely no more dancing in the kitchen. Practically overnight my entire life became unfamiliar. How can my life be happy and worthwhile now?

In the absence of certainty everything always seemed to circle back to here. For months, this question became my quest, and I approached it the only way I knew how: Pray. Ponder. Study. Listen (aka Write). With my fingers on the keyboard and eyes on the blank screen, my mind hopelessly tried to make sense of the whirlwind of thoughts and feelings going a million miles an hour inside me.

It was there in the desperation of it all, sitting in the corner of our bedroom one afternoon that the answers I'd been looking for started pouring out of me... in the form of questions... actually, journal prompts. It might seem ironic that the answer to this ever important question would come as more questions. But I’ve learned that better questions lead to better clarity. And so I got them down onto paper as fast as I could, worried that they’d slip away before I’d had a chance to collect the nuggets of truth that were suddenly there for the taking.

A heart and soul project

Don’t get me wrong. My life wasn’t completely absent of happiness or gratitude. I’d woken up that morning next to my husband, not in an empty hospital room. I’d made my way to the bathroom all by myself, not needing a nurse to transfer my body to the toilet and back (what a relief!). I’d spent the morning home with my kids, not sending them off with a hug and a kiss to be watched by someone else. In many ways, I was far from the struggles I’d been dealing with before, and the happiness and gratitude I felt was huge.

But I didn’t realize how incredibly incomplete it was until this quest became my heart and soul project - easily the biggest I’ve ever taken on. What began as a list of journal prompts frantically typed out onto the page turned into fifteen months - and countless hours - of writing and rewriting, arranging, consolidating, and of course designing (because it had to be beautiful).

And now, as unreal as it feels, it’s finally ready to be shared. Because that afternoon in my bedroom chair when inspiration came, I knew these journal prompts - these invitations to joy - weren’t just for me.

Maybe there’s someone having a regular bowl of cereal on a regular Monday morning wishing today could feel different. Maybe they’re looking out the window, spoon in hand, wondering if their ordinary life could ever be full of meaning, joy and color. Maybe this book will give them the hope and encouragement that they play a bigger part in their life than they think and that a life lived to the fullest is there for the taking the moment they decide it is.

Maybe there’s someone on an island of pain and loss, sure that their life will never be the same and wondering how they’ll ever survive, much less ever be happy. Maybe this book will be the invitation they need to see the strength that's already within them and explore the possibility that maybe their time here on this island isn’t meant to be sitting alone waiting for the rescue boats but an opportunity to rise higher and be a lighthouse.

Maybe there’s a mom who’s surrounded by a living room mess wondering if all the tireless diaper-changing, owie-kissing, crumb-sweeping, and laundry-folding days add up to much of anything. Maybe this book will be the reminder that extraordinary lives are built one everyday moment at a time and that inside this simple, ordinary day is just as much beauty as an extraordinary one - probably even more.

Maybe there’s someone sick in bed for the tenth day in a row wondering if life with a body that refuses to keep up could ever be a life as good as they hope and dream of it being. Maybe this book will be the lense for finally seeing their life - just as it is - and discovering the goodness that’s already there. Ultimately I wrote this book because maybe somebody, somewhere needs it as much as I do.

Hope

One simple question can be the beginning of a journey we never expected taking. One heart wide open can lead us to answers and paths we never would have chosen for ourselves. One decision to put pen to paper and give space to the truths already within us can be the gateway to potential we never knew was there. This guided journal might just be the invitation you and I need to take that journey.

How can my life be happy and worthwhile now?

Be encouraged, dear friend. The key to uncovering it lies in the very fact that you’re looking for it in the first place. And my hope for this book and journal, more than anything else, is that it brings you closer to finding it.

Head here to learn more about the journal and get your copy. I can't wait to get this book into your brave, beautiful hands and heart.

Thank you gifts

Every copy of the book comes with the Inspiration Pack—because sometimes just a few words at just the right moment can be the reminder we need that happiness and fulfillment is always within reach. Consider them a thank you gift and a “welcome to the meaningful moment seeker family!” wrapped up in one. Simply purchase the book then head here to download your gifts.

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