Jenny Jots A Lot

I rang in 2025 sound asleep in a Disney World resort bed curled up with my five year old daughter. Ironically, I ended one of my unhappiest years in the “Happiest place on Earth.” Cut to January 3, 2025. I’m in the van with my husband, son and daughter driving back to OH from FL. I’m thinking about 2024 and why I was so angry all year. Could it be going off Zoloft? Maybe. Could it be the added stress of being a new school board member? Maybe. Or, could the amount of minutes I spent enraged correlate with the amount of minutes of spent in joyful connection with myself? I don’t know the exact amount of minutes I spent in blind anger in 2024, but I do know the exact amount of minutes I spent in a deep, joyful flow state: goose egg. Zero. None. Zip. How was my anxiety in 2024? Suffocating. Paranoid thinking? All time high. How much time did I spend in service to my children, my family, my husband’s (technically, I own 50%, but it’s not my dream or my passion. It’s his, and I support him by doing roles in the business to make his plate a little lighter) work, my school district, my friends? A fuck ton of minutes. Now, I’m not trying to martyr myself here because the majority of those minutes were enjoyable. I get to choose how I spend my time, and I get that is a huge privilege. I have a very lucky life that I love very much AND I’m pissed. Humans are wired to create, invent, make, and experience joy. Our amazing brains will let us get into a complete state of transcending time and space when we are doing something we love. We get in our own way for many reasons. Some are societal systems that shame or full on prohibit us from reaching flow. Some are our own bullshit. I’m the latter. Anyway, I’ve decided to give myself some minutes in 2025. 5 minutes/day. If you’d like to join me on this quest to make life more joyful, please follow along on Instagram. I’m going to post to the blog weekly…we’ll see what this turns into. Happy New Year!