Collect the Evidence

Because your joy deserves a paper trail.

There’s a quiet power in being a witness to your own joy.

Not the loud, fireworks kind.
The kind that slips into your day like honey into tea—unexpected, sweet, and slow.

I call it collecting evidence.
Not for anyone else’s approval.
But because on the days when hope feels like a stranger, I need a trail to follow back home.

So every day, I write it down:
— The way the light caught the edge of my coffee cup just so.
— The belly laugh in a Voxer thread.
— A client breakthrough that had nothing to do with spreadsheets and everything to do with finally feeling free.
— A dog that looked like a muppet.
— The exact moment I remembered I get to do this my way.
— Comments from readers like you (hint, hint!)

Little things.
Ordinary things.
Sacred things.

This practice doesn’t ignore the hard—
it just refuses to let the hard be the only headline.

And on those hard days, you have love notes to read and remind you:

You are held.
You are supported.
You are surrounded by more delight than your nervous system may be letting you register.

And here’s where your ritual begins:
Find a journal that feels beautiful to you. One that calls to your spirit.
Let your very first entry be this—
The joy and inspiration you felt in your bones the moment you saw it, sitting on the shelf, whispering take me home.

Let even your tools of remembrance be drenched in beauty.
Because how you hold your joy matters, too.

Every scribbled joy in your notebook is protest.
Against despair.
Against erasure.
Against the lie that you’re alone in this.

Collect the evidence.
File it under wonder.
Build your archive of awe.

One sentence at a time, you’re rewriting your story of what’s possible—rewiring your nervous system to expect goodness and expand to receive it.

👉 Reflection Prompt:
What’s one piece of evidence—no matter how small—that joy found you this week? Write it down. Bonus points if you feel it again as you do.

🔥 Daily Affirmation:
I am building a life that delights me.
I am willing to be surprised by joy.
I trust what feels good.
Every moment of beauty counts.

PS: Profit is Protest. And so is choosing to make joy your ledger.

🎧 Song of the Day: MF Diamond by Chinchilla