This Is How I’m Creating Small Joy This Season
The holidays have a way of being… a lot. It didn't used to be this way but has evolved into a whirlwind of "things".
Not always in a bad way. Sometimes it’s beautiful and nostalgic and meaningful.
And sometimes it’s loud, emotional, busy, and layered with expectations we didn’t even realize we were carrying.
This year, I’m not trying to fix the season.
I’m not trying to make it perfect.
I’m not even trying to make it “productive.”
I’m choosing small joy on purpose.
And honestly? That choice alone has changed how this season feels in my body.
Small Joy Doesn’t Announce Itself
Small joy doesn’t come with fireworks or a to-do list.
It doesn’t need permission.
It doesn’t need to be earned.
It shows up quietly.
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For me, it looks like:
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Sitting with my iced coffee just a few minutes longer before the house wakes up
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Journaling without a prompt, without a goal—just letting the pen wander
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Pulling out paper scraps and scissors and cutting shapes for no reason at all
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Painting for ten minutes instead of waiting for “enough time” to finish a project
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Letting creativity be a place to land- a feeling, not something to complete
None of these moments are grand.
None of them would look impressive on social media.
But they steady me.
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Creativity as an Anchor (Especially This Week)
Holiday weeks can stir up more than decorations and plans.
There’s memory.
There’s grief.
There’s comparison.
There’s the quiet pressure to feel a certain way because it’s “supposed” to be special.
This is where creativity has become my anchor—not as something I do, but as somewhere I go.
When I paint, cut paper, glue something down, or write a few messy lines in a journal, I’m not trying to create joy.
I’m noticing it.
Creativity slows me down enough to hear myself again. Creating quiets the noise all around me.
It gives my hands something gentle to do while my thoughts settle.
It reminds me that calm doesn’t have to be earned through exhaustion.
Joy Can Be Simple (And That’s Not a Cop-Out)
Somewhere along the way, we started believing that joy has to be big to count.
Big moments.
Big transformations.
Big plans for January.
But this season has been reminding me of something quieter—and truer:
Joy can be simple.
Creativity can be simple.
Starting small is not failing—it’s choosing yourself.
A warm drink.
Ten minutes with paint.
Paper, glue, scissors, and no rules.
A page filled with words no one else will ever read.
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These moments don’t fix everything.
They soften things.
And sometimes, that’s exactly what we need.
The Shape of What’s Coming
This idea of small, intentional joy—the kind that fits into real life, not ideal schedules—is exactly what I’ve been building toward for January.
Not a reset.
Not a hustle-heavy program.
Not a “new year, new you” situation.
But a gentle rhythm.
A creative practice that feels doable.
A way to return to yourself regularly—without pressure, perfection, or overwhelm.
January isn’t about adding more.
It’s about creating space for what already helps you breathe.
And it starts the same way this season does:
Small.
Intentional.
And kind.
An Invitation (Not an Assignment)
As this week unfolds, I’m inviting you—just softly—to notice:
What brings you calm right now?
What helps you feel a little more grounded?
What small creative moment could you let yourself have today?
You don’t need to capture it.
You don’t need to optimize it.
You don’t need to turn it into anything.
Just notice it.
That’s where joy begins.
And that’s exactly where I’ll meet you in January. 💛
-teresa xo



1 comment
Again, I love, love, love this post. I am struggling this Christmas. Nothing about it feels warm and cozy. I feel distant from everyone and everything. My life was about my children and grandchildren for so long and making everything magical for all of them and in this past year especially, I have grown more quiet, way more introspective, and just, I guess, feeling more like who am I anymore, who am I becoming? I’m 53 1/2, I still have not reached menopause but each day I get a little closer, although it will still be late next year at this point if I can hold steady but I’m not holding my breath. But back to Christmas, lol. This year I can’t seem to find the feels. Where did the joy go? I bought presents for everyone, check, I planned the perfect breakfast, check, I got all the things for an afternoon taco bar, (ugh, that would be my husband and son) check, but I didn’t decorate, I didn’t go to the farm like usual, I didn’t take all the grands to the light drive, although I did take the youngest, but it wasn’t the same. He’s 4 and he liked them but the older kids and I used to have so much fun on the drive, singing the twelve days of Christmas as fast as we could while driving past each display and just being silly. I miss that. Part of me feels like I have abandoned my kids to travel the country with their father and part of me says they are grown with families of their own, both feel a little sad. So today, what brings me calm, Scripture, what helps me feel more grounded, writing God’s Word and what creative moment can I have today, that one right there, that’s the one that makes me feel selfish, and I know it should not. Maybe I will set everything else aside, all the business planning, all the how am I going to do this brainstorming and just pull out my watercolors and paint. I haven’t touched a paint brush in months. Thank you for reminding me it’s ok to slow down and not think about all the things even if just for a little while. Merry Christmas my friend and Happy, Happy, New Year!