When I was 5, a family tradition started. Age 5 was the only year we were allowed to have a "non-family" party. My parents made it a big production. This is a blessing that comes along with being the oldest; getting to be the first to do things.
My father put together a treasure hunt. My friends and I followed clues through the yard trying to get to the end. I actually don't even remember what the prize was. The joy of the hunt stuck with me.
When Abigail (our oldest) turned 5 we also had a big-production party. Not really pin-trest worthy, but still fun. Her theme: The pirates who don't do anything. We again had a treasure hunt. Why? I had so much fun when I was 5; and pirates go together well with treasure hunts?
We actually didn't do a treasure hunt again, not in my family growing up or our family now. It was a fun tradition and I wish we had stuck with it.
A little while ago I started a different type of hunt. I began to read Ann Voskamp's book. I tried
to be thankful for what was around me. I felt like I'd found the key to unlock a magic door.
Most of highschool, my marriage and especially when I graduated nursing school I struggled with depression. I prayed about it. I read books. I asked God to make me joyful.
I learned that thankfulness is key. Does it "solve"depression.. no it doesn't. It does help with my attitude. It does help me see the world differently.
I seek joy, and I find it. "Working" for it makes the difference. You see the treasure hunt isn't always about the prize, it is about the delight of the hunt.