From this week’s podcast (link in bio): During moments of intense sadness or distress, it is easy to believe that joy comes and goes, that when bad things happen, joy disappears until it floats back into our life when good things happen, when we are "happy." But what if joy isn't the one floating away from us? But we are the ones floating away from joy? I like to think of joy as an anchor, heavy and immovable. When the waters are calm, it's easy to stay close to your anchor, swim several yards away knowing you'll find your way back. But when the storm hits--and there's always a storm eventually--you have to fight to stay close to your anchor, keep your legs kicking, your head above water, to make sure the current doesn't pull you so far away that you can't find your way back or, even worse, you drown. This morning, over breakfast, Anthony chattered away, but I could barely pay attention. I asked myself for the billionth time "when is this going to get better?" I reminded myself that joy, like love, isn't a feeling that slithers in and out of your life, with the good and the bad. Joy is a choice. One that you may need to make over and over again, every day, every hour, every second. One that may require courage, heart, and power. Joy is out there. But sometimes, you have to fight for it.