Remember What You Love
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Remember What You LoveIt’s joy that frees your spirit.
One Saturday evening we threw a party to celebrate several family birthdays at once. Since they were milestone birthdays, we decided to go all out for the event. We rented tables, hired a caterer, and asked a neighbor who owns Chicago’s top nightclub to serve as our DJ. Then we invited everyone we knew, ages 7 to 87, to join us…and we had a blast.
After dinner, the tables were removed, speakers were assembled, and our living room instantly became a disco. A friend named Terry brought his 83-year-old father, George; and George’s girlfriend, Thea, along with him to the party. The minute the music started, Thea jumped up and joined in the dancing. She danced with the same enthusiasm as the teenagers in the room did.
After the dancing died down and we were eating birthday cake, Thea came over to me, exulted. “That was so much fun—I forgot just how much I love to dance!” Then she tangoed back to George and gave him a bite of her cake and a kiss. It was clear that her Spirit was loving the party, and more important, she was loving herself without any reservations at all.
After the festivities were over and the house was returned to its normal appearance, I continued to think about what she’d said: “I forgot just how much I love to dance.” It’s true. We do so easily forget the things we love, the things that light up our Spirit and fill us with joy and self-love.
I know I do. I forget how much I cherish seeing my parents, going for bike rides with my husband, and meeting dear friends for lunch. I also fail to remember how much I love me, my life, and who I am when I engage in the things that are spiritually fulfilling to me.
Why is it that we’re able to forget the things we love the most that make us feel good about ourselves? Why don’t they seem to be priorities?
It’s because we’re indoctrinated to believe that it’s selfish to do things simply because they make us feel happy. It’s the good old American Puritan streak telling us that suffering is beneficial for the soul. I think that is balderdash.
Seeing Thea floating away on a cloud of pure joy and squeezing George’s hand in an outpouring of self-fulfilled affection, I was reminded how much connecting to what we love, and what loves us, is indispensable to the Spirit. It’s essential to our self-love and well-being.