On the drive home today, I had a startling revelation: I’m happy.
It’s not that I previously wasn’t; I’ve been blessed with a life that I consider fairly average, with its highs and lows. Happiness isn’t strange to me. Despite this, I’ve had my share of internal struggles, and like many others, I attempt to overcome them through serving and working with my gods.
Of all these gods, Wepwawet is the One who teaches me joy. When He first came into my life, I knew Him as a warrior god, as the Opener of the Way for the king in battle and at home. But I came to understand that I am not to learn strength from Him, but joy. Wepwawet is the Lord of Jubilation, of the celebration and happiness that comes from defeating one’s enemies and winning one’s battles. I might not wage war against others, but I have my own enemies and my own battles, as all people do–the ones within. Wepwawet entered my life in a time when I needed that sort of inspiration and motivation, and while it hasn’t been very long since then, I think I’ve improved since.
At the start of the year, I made a happiness jar, and whenever good things happen, I write it down on a slip of paper, fold it up, and put it in the jar. I have a paper journal where I write facts that bring me joy, and I read them when I need to. I have treated myself well when I’ve needed it, monetary costs be damned, and I’ve leaned on the shoulders of those who love me, too. All of these little things have added up, slowly, over the past few months, with Wepwawet nudging and nagging me the whole way.
There is nothing sweeter than the realization that you are doing better.