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FOR MY DAUGHTERS,
MAKENZIE AND ELLASON
FOREVER MY JOY
A NON-READERS
TAKE ON JOY
I WASNT MUCH OF a book person when I set out to write a book. Im still not. I can count the books Ive read cover to cover on one hand, and most were stories I read to children under the age of five. Reading has never been my strength, my pastime, or my gift. Give me the quick overviewthe first two chaptersand Im good to go.
Yes, I do know people who read. Heck, Im related to some who are voracious readers. My mother and husband read book after book and intentionally purchase books with more than 250 pages. Baffling, isnt it?
Id like to be one of those voracious readers, mostly because I want to say the word voracious when discussing my reading prowess.
Im just not that girl. And Im here to tell you that there are more of us than you might think. I have two friends who are successful authors, and neither is a reader. So trust me: its a thing.
To be clear, I do buy bookslots of books. I never finish them, but I buy them. If I borrow a book, the pressure to read is huge. But if I purchase a book, I dont feel as morally obligated to read it. I mean, its mine, right? I can do whatever I want with it.
I think what it comes down to is that I have the attention span of a gnat. (I wonder if gnats actually have a huge attention span. In the world of tiny, annoying bugs, what if gnats are actually the best at focusing? Are they the great thinkers, the philosophers of their kind? PS: These are the deep, important questions you can expect to find in this book. Congratulations on your wise investment.) You get my point. Its a bit ironic that the girl who doesnt read a ton would write a book.
Now that Ive revealed this big secret and shown a truckload of vulnerability the way Bren Brown told me to, you know the truth from my perspective: you can buy a lot of books and not be a huge reader.
Even though this non-reader has finally written a book, its okay if you dont finish it, but you should, because the end is particularly inspiring. Yes, I did that on purpose to push you. All you three-chapter champs, get ready. Were going all the way, baby!
Look, I may not have a PhD in English literature, but I do consider myself a highly qualified Joyologist. Thats a scientific discipline (founded by myself) where we look for joy in the most unfriendly, unlikely, inhospitable places. You wouldnt believe where joy can grow and survive. Ive seen it for myself, in my own story. Strike thatin many, many of my stories. And though I havent read profusely and I certainly havent written profusely, I do have stories. So yesIve written them down in a book. I dont know whether to call some of these stories comedies or tragedies, but all of them are about finding belly laughs even through the ugliest of ugly cries. About spotting joy, even if you have to haul out a microscope.
This is a book of hope. Every time I have chosen to start climbing out a dark hole (and yes, I believe it is a choice), I have found little, unexpected pieces of hope, like breadcrumbs leading me slowly, slowly, slowly toward the light. I hope that as you read them, youll find a little light for yourself.
IVE REALIZED THAT
IN THE DARKEST
HOLES OF LIFE,
THERE IS JOY.
CATHOLIC LITE
Faith That Cant Be Bullied by Life
Faith. It does not make things easy.
It makes them possible.
I WAS RAISED CATHOLIC-LITE. We were Catholic, but we didnt go to church much. In my parents defense, we grew up all over the world, moving from country to country (my dad was in the oil business), so there wasnt a whole lot of predictability in our Sundays. In some places, it was easy to attend church. In others, like Iran, not so much.
I didnt ponder my faith often, but I knew I loved God. I had no idea why; I just did. We didnt have Bible readings or Scripture discussions in our home. We believed in God, we knew that Jesus was His Son, and we also thought a third party called the Holy Spirit was very nice. I knew this because when I made the sign of the cross, we listed three things: In the name of the Father, and of the Son, and of the Holy Spirit. Amen.
Three. Got it. Love em. Okay.
Like many things in my life, my relationship with God has evolved throughout a fairly turbulent life journey. It began in my youth with that innocent, unquestioning faith. In my early twenties, it transitioned to a full-on, plates-smashed-against-walls kind of anger and a breakup with God (youll understand why in a moment). Then it moved into a cautious, slow dating period in my late twenties until I was all in with God in my thirties.
I gave my life to God at thirty-ninetotally, utterly, and completely. I mean, not like a monk who gives up every bit of his worldly goods or something, but my heart and soul became His. It was very clear that God had not called me to give up my laptop or cell phone.
So what precipitated the breakup?
The plate-breaking years began in 1989. I was the ripe old age of nineteen when I fell in love, married a wonderful man, and started having babies. In my world, this was the be-all and end-all for a good Southern girl. I was set for my happily ever after. Of course, we were young and struggled as most young couples dowith our finances, our communication, our approaches to parenting, all of it. We were babies trying to be grown-ups and raising two precious little ones, Makenzie and Madison.