At the beginning of July, I dedicated the entire month to the practice of Joy. After 15 plus months of pandemic, I felt inspired to breathe some new life into my daily existence, and joy felt like the logical, natural place to start. I naively thought it would be simple and fun. Holy smokes, was I wrong. About a week into the month, I remembered what happens when I make massive declarations to the universe. On my 31st birthday, I went to a new moon chanting ceremony by myself