This is My Joyful Rebellion
Somewhere between the WhatsApp pings, the empty snack wrappers, and the relentless chase for “balance’ . . . I lost my spark.
Not in a dramatic, scream-into-a-pillow kind of way. Just slowly. Quietly. Bit by bit.
Between keeping the plates spinning, the lunch boxes full, and the inbox from exploding, something in me dimmed.
I used to love dancing. Sunday mornings with a book and a coffee I didn’t have to reheat three times. Spontaneous days out. Festive traditions with over-the-top themes and a colour-coded spreadsheet. Even the planning was a joy.
Now? Even the joyful things felt like items on an ever-growing to-do list I couldn’t tick off.
Life Looked Full, But I Felt Empty
On paper, I was living the dream:
Four gorgeous children
A husband I love
A home that’s seen both chaos and cake
A business we built with our bare hands
And still - something was missing.
I couldn’t remember the last time I’d belly-laughed. Or twirled. Or had a thought that wasn’t interrupted by a toddler, a ping, or a pile of laundry.
It’s like someone turned down the volume on my own life.
Have You Noticed the World Too?
Less giggles. More grumbling.
Less community. More comparison.
We’re more “connected” than ever - and somehow lonelier than we’ve ever been.
We’re hustling for lives we barely have time to live.
“Joy isn’t guaranteed, it’s gathered, one intentional choice at a time.”
So I Decided to Rebel
Not in a burn-it-all-down kind of way (although, let’s be honest, some days . . . tempting).
But in a pour-the-tea, take-the-photo, twirl-anyway kind of way.
A quiet rebellion.
A joyful rebellion.
One where we reclaim the parts of ourselves that got left behind.
Where we dance, even when the floor is sticky. Where we wear the dress, light the candle, use the good picnic blanket - on a Tuesday!!
Where joy becomes our strategy, not our reward.
What Is The Joyful Rebellion?
It’s choosing presence over perfection. Connection over comparison. Wonder over worry.
It’s saying no to beige life. And a big YES to beauty, spontaneity, and scandalous amounts of cake.
It’s a gentle uprising. It’s for anyone who’s tired of just getting through and wants to come alive again.
If You’re Still Reading, You Might Be One of Us
You’re not broken. You’re just burnt out.
You’re not boring. You’re just buried beneath the noise.
And you don’t need fixing - just remembering.
This isn’t about adding more. It’s about feeling more.
It’s about choosing to live - joyfully, rebelliously, imperfectly.
“Maybe joy is the most radical thing we can choose in a world that wants us exhausted.”
Ready to Join the Rebellion?
Pull up a chair. The kettle’s on.
This is The Joyful Rebellion, and you’re invited.
Love Gem xx