Firsts

Not seconds, not thirds, FIRSTS.

The joy I felt the first time I went scuba diving.
The first time I spoke to a large audience.
The first time I felt kundalini rush up my spine.
The first time I got naked on a beach. Happy Happy, JOY JOY!
The first time I sailed on the ocean.
The first time I opened to love.
The first time a taught a tantra workshop.
The first time I roasted a chicken (successfully).

I relish in the opportunity to create firsts, in my life and in others. Really, is there anything like the ‘first time’? Not to say that I don’t find joy in continuity and learning an art, or trying things again and again. Lets face it, some things only get better after the 3rd or 4th time. Somethings take years to master or perfect, however, most of us will never forget ‘the first time’.

My self care lately has included consciously choosing joy in the moment, based on the belief that the future begins from the present. Example, a friend of mine told me about a band playing at Smiths Ole Bar, and expressed that she thought I would really like the music. I love to dance, and my favorite sounds fall in the funk category. Percussion and Brass – YUM! To use the words of another Joy Posse Blogger… my ‘killjoy voice“ popped in and said, ”YUK! Don’t go, it is a smokey, dank bar, and you’ll smell of smoke, your clothes will smell, and you hate that … don’t go! “ So, in that moment… I said, does not going bring me joy, or should a push past that and would going bring my joy? Here is were mother intuition and a little step child irony chimed in. I asked my friend, what is the name of the band? She replied, ”The Pimps of Joy Time“! HA!!!

I went out that night and danced my but off, came home, put the smelly clothes right into the wash, took a shower to get the funk out of my hair, and went to bed with a big grin on my face! A first for me.

Its Joy TIME!

Cheers
Tracey