I admit it, I am a sentimental packrat. Lover of all things old and especially meaningful to me. I keep letters and cards that friends have sent me over the years and I delegate them to my Joybox. When I feel a tad blue or just kind of icky, I pull out my beloved Joybox. I immediately feel gratitude and overwhelming blessings of the sender. My Joybox is rather large and like an old friend. It sits there in the corner assigned to it waiting to share its secrets and love within. As it works it’s therapy upon my spirit, I am renewed.
I wish everybody had a Joybox like my Hatbox.