Hands up if you binge-watched Marie Kondo on Netflix.
I know I am not the only one with my hand up in front of my computer. Right?!?
Anyhoo, I have been using my powers of binge-watching only for good. You should see what my yoga pants now look like folded. They are only the ones that bring me joy, like the Teeki ones with the dolphins on the side that I bust out when cold weather is really bumming me out.
If my joy says dolphins need to be on my pants, Marie Kondo doesn’t judge.
When I realized how folded yoga pants made me feel, it made me wonder: is there a way of bringing that feeling to other areas of my life?
For example, can I try to find the thoughts that bring me great joy?
I don’t think Goodwill will accept my discarded thoughts, so meditation is the next best bet.
Take a seat and let yourself think.
As you think, occasionally come in and categorize: joy or opposite of joy.
Since you only have two categories, it is just a matter of sifting through, the way you would with a cluttered drawer. Joy. Opposite of joy.
When I sat like this for some time, I realized that the opposite of joy was as important as joy itself. I also realized that joy existed in me more than I thought possible.
Can you take a moment to sit, be still and be grateful for the part of yourself that zings with happiness over dolphin pants?
Simple as that.