Where does joy fit in all of this mess?
Sometimes I find myself wondering where joy fits in all of this mess. For many of us, leaning into joy in a time of darkness feels disrespectful—but what if our joy could actually be a gift to others?
Sometimes I find myself wondering where joy fits in all of this mess. For many of us, leaning into joy in a time of darkness feels disrespectful—but what if our joy could actually be a gift to others?