Here We Are. . .

New Year’s Day, 2022.

Way back in December, a few of us writers connected to The Little Town Writer’s Guild submitted some thoughts on the new year.

I sent in a blurb on my focus word for 2022: JOY.

The editor compiled everyone’s pieces and published them here. It’s a nice, reflective piece. I hope you check it out.

But here’s the thing. We’re almost six hours into 2022, and I’m not feelin’ that joy yet. In fact, I’m on tiptoe squinting towards the horizon, and I don’t see it coming anytime soon.

It would be so easy to choose a new focus.

But I’m not doing it.

I’m sticking with JOY.

There’s a reason I chose it. The Lord knew that it wasn’t going to be easy for me to maintain a joy-filled outlook with what was coming next. He foresaw this icky, sticky, challenging circumstance I’m in. I’m going to try to be joyful despite my circumstances. It’s ok.

I’ve got all year to figure it out.

Wishing you and yours JOY in 2022.

About Amy Nicholson

A busy wife and mother pausing to ponder the beauty and complexity of life and share it with words.
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3 Responses to Here We Are. . .

  1. Hang in there, Amy! Thinking of you.

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  2. JaneMBailey says:

    Beautiful new year post. Sometimes joy comes late and wrapped in brown paper bags without ribbons and bows, making the surprise especially bright when it finally unravels.
    ⭐️

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  3. Donna and Jane, thank you both. I’m blessed with wonderful writer friends!

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