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Things I Learned From Cultivating Joy

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We spend more time managing our stress than cultivating joy. As soon as these words escaped my mouth, fell into the phone and swam across the ocean, I knew I’d just self-diagnosed a lifelong disease, earning the black belt of stress management. Sounds a little bloated? Let me explain.

It started out the year my father died. Suicide. Talk about non-ideal. Our happy little curtain fell waaay down. Everything shattered in messy tatters. Wrapped my whole family up in a dirty and dusty shame shroud that insisted on following us everywhere. Into our neighborhood. Grocery shopping. On the playground. Wherever my mother interviewed. It even tried to follow me to school. Which is how I first learned to choke down my stress. I was 9.

Over the years, I became masterful at sucking things up and getting through whatever needed to be lived on Fast-Forward: Grief. Bullies. Chemistry (yes, I was a chemistry major freshman year–one epic wtf!?). Poverty. Coming to America. Founding my first company. Feeling like a total failure. Imposter syndrome. Pitch meetings in all-dude rooms. Living inside the internet belly that is sometimes NYC. I swallowed stress like a champ. Always at peak performance. Never breaking a sweat.

And then depression happened. I flunked out of the rat race. Like flopped flat on my arse. Like stopped working or socializing or wanting to be. Escaping into the recesses of my imagination was the only real thing I could do. And in case that sounds pretty—details neatly glossed over—understand it was a Baby Suggs in Beloved couped upstairs and studying The Colour Purple type of All I Could Do.

Writing saved me. In the most fundamental and urgent way that a life can be saved. In each word, writing returned me to the person I was when the only reason to do something was because of its inherent joy. I relished the delicious mouth feel of words like hearth and kith and kin; how they suck breath through the tip of a tongue and stack up into staccato song just by sitting snug on a page.

Slowly, quietly, this new and initially fragile joy helped me claim a fundamental truth about myself. I Am An Artist. Full Stop. Thirty plus years of denial and detours have done nothing to squelch this basic fact. If anything, my unmet hunger to create fermented and festered into potent dark matter, like diamonds awaiting rapture below pressurized coal. And funny thing—I knew it all along. Knew that creating worlds with my hands and mind fired the wildflower that is my heart; I just didn’t have the chutzpah to unleash the kinetic fuel of what was building inside—a loaded atom bomb thawing on ice.

And then, many years of writing and questioning and painful winters later, a very strange thing happened. I woke the fuck up. I read a book that aroused the inner God sleeping fitfully inside me. I’d long been on a spiritual quest, but something about this book and it’s wisdom pierced so deeply and so profoundly, I could feel the Divine and Infinite Being within me expand.

Was it because I was home, tethered to ancestral soil? Was it because I was in Cape Town— cocooned by majestic mountains and two gobsmacking oceans that everyday shout out our planet’s first love song? Or was it simply because I finally quit a stressful job that wanted to AmazonPrime my mental health straight back into depression? I don’t know.

What I do know is that my spiritual awakening fortified a deep wellspring of inner joy. And one of the biggest lessons I’ve learned is to stop questioning the life-source of joy. My husband tried to tell me this when we first met.

I had a worrying habit of hedging my pure love for fashion with clever disclaimers and elaborate qualifiers. I was deeply conditioned by that questionable and results-driven aphorism—hard work brings true joy. There was no room in all that external achievement to pause and take the root of electrifying delights seriously. To consider the generative abundance and lightness of soul-centered work—any quest or adventure that is its own source of joy. I dismissed chasing joy. Because fashion wasn’t serious enough, because it wasn’t smart-girl chemistry brain enough. Because writing came too easily. Blah blah blah…

Working in a very shaky ivory tower cured me of all that. In the throes of a stressful job, I craved straight shots of joy juice. Blasting Beyoncé and dancing stupid. Rocking my loud, impractical and wild sequin mermaid skirt that squeals and squawks whenever I move. Wearing that fifth bling ring on a hand that already looks like heist night at your local pawn shop. Long walks with good friends. Lazy weekends stuck in stacks of thick books. Yes, yoga, eating well and sleeping sound mattered and very much helped me deal, but what really powered my soul wasn’t Harvard researched stress antidotes—it was play.

That’s how and why I’m launching a company that makes spreading joy it’s business. A friend described KYNDRED as helping artists become artists. I love this take on what is essentially heart-work. I love the joyful anticipation KYNDRED gives my Monday mornings. Waking to what really feels like making magic—helping ordinary women unleash their own latent creative superpower. Using digital tools and immersive experiences to awaken the inner and joyful child (remember her?) to play. To building a practice that cultivates joy.

Here’s what I know for sure—Joy is a practice. It’s a choice that asks us in every moment, Are you fully awake to life? Are you living in the abundance of everything there is—right now—to be grateful for? And are you willing to be vulnerable enough to truly embody inner joy? Not just because you got that fat promotion or you’re on a plane ride to Sardinia. But because you’re here. Because you’re alive. You have breath. You are an entire universe—because the stars and cosmic spirits are the cellular essence of your divine being.

An inspiring friend lost a deep love, young. I will never forget the words she chose to celebrate her beloved at his memorial. She quoted First Nation Chief of the Siksika, Crowfoot. On his deathbed, Crowfoot beautifully illuminated the deep mystery of our human experience. “What is life?” He asked. “It is the flash of a firefly in the night. It is the breath of a buffalo in the wintertime. It is the little shadow which runs across the grass and loses itself in the sunset.”

Living wide awake to this ephemeral beauty and living in gratitude for this abundance is the nerve-center of my joy. It is grounded in my Being and inner God. And that Woman is Love. Show me your own source of pure love and I’ll point you to the root of your joy.


p.s. The joy-factory book is A New Earth by Eckhart Tolle.

p.p.s Oprah gifted us a banging 10-part podcast to listen alongside your reading. Yes! You get a pod! You get a pod! Everybody gets a Free Pod! ;)

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  • i love this!! Kept wondering what book you read, and when I came to the end of your reading, I was thrilled and delighted to find out it was Eckhart Tolle. Come into the moment. These words have saved me time and time again. Thank you for pointing this out once again.

  • Donna! Thanks so much for reading and sharing this warm note. I think that should be our mantra today & going into 2020, Come Into The Moment! I can get behind that…

  • Such a beautiful opening shot, and such wonderful vibrant words. Thank you!!

  • You are grand artist, Magogodi, when you are able to say so complicated things by easy way, by words everyone understand. Grand and strong article.

  • “Are you fully awake to life ?” Tout est dans cette question.

  • Your story starts very sadly but you seem so resilient, it requires courage to do what you did!
    I was also a woman in the IT Engineering world and I felt like an alien, I also had a huge emotional bagage to carry with me and I excelled in stressing out and I still do.
    Cultivating joy and happiness is the best therapy IMHO.

  • SAGLARA May, 29 2019, 9:44 / Reply

    beautiful

  • Beautifully written Magogodi, and yes joy is a choice!

  • Lisa Walker May, 29 2019, 11:58 / Reply

    Beautiful writing! I’m on board this party train… Can’t wait to read more. Personally, having just turned a number– 50, I would say that joy and gratitude lead you straight to surrender. Surrender to your life’s gifts and raise them up! Let everyone see your joy! And then, use it to help others– just as you are helping all of us. XO

  • Maki Mphela May, 29 2019, 4:02 / Reply

    WOW! You really untangled the Mistry that causes so much pain in most of us . Thank you for sharing your story in a way that will inspire others to fully embrace who they are.

  • Julie Tran May, 29 2019, 9:55 / Reply

    I knew right away when you mentioned a book that it has to be Eckart Tolle’s! I credit him for the start of my spiritual journey 2 years ago!

  • Jorge Alexandre Teixeira May, 30 2019, 3:50 / Reply

    Muito Obrigado , Magogodi !

    Beijinho de Lisboa !!!*_*

  • Matono May, 31 2019, 2:14 / Reply

    The honesty, simplicity and s’pantsula fabulousness with which you describe your journey/awakening is like eating a favourite meal when you are so so hungry …like snacking on a full course meal – it shouldn’t be possible, and yet there it is…its impossible not to feel the joy.

  • Anonymous June, 3 2019, 1:55 / Reply

    Lately I’ve been bummed. Thank you, thank you, thank you! Your story and re-reading Eckhart Tolle has ignited the spark I needed and restored my hope.

  • Gorgeous. Beautiful. Powerful. Thanks sooo much for sharing the pure Joy of your being! <3 <3 <3

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