There’s Always A Reason
It has been a terribly low week. I’m not really ready to talk about most of it. Maybe next week, if I can find the strength in my heart over the next few days. I’m sure I will. Honesty is an interesting thing. It is scary, but most of all it is healing. And healing is what I long for most. So here’s to hoping I can put on my big girl pants, pull myself together, talk freely about some rather sticky stuff, and look forward to clear, blue skies next week.
All of that aside, I have really needed to smile over the past few days, so I decided to bring some beauty and fun into my world, hoping it would help me break through this darkness. I also felt the need to challenge myself a bit, and take some decent photos. I know that doesn’t sound like much, snapping a few simple pictures and hoping for the best. But everything feels hard these days. The simple step of taking pictures felt manageable to me, when I have desperately needed that sense of accomplishment that has been missing for so long.
When I say I feel completely broken, I mean it, and it’s crappy; but I am largely responsible for my own happiness and finding it again. So without further ado, here is my little photo essay of sorts. I hope it inspires you to take the small but significant step toward whatever activity that makes you feel good, or at least helps you feel better.
These tulips now grace my family room end table.
My Mother’s Day callas are looking gorgeous.
And I bought this super cute white lemon cake, decorated with my favorite thing: bees!
My little bee friends were made of honey and cream cheese frosting with slivered almonds for wings. How perfect is that?
I love succulent plants, like jade and aloe. I added these little ones to my succulent family recently. So far they are happy and thriving.
A dear, sweet loved one sent me a care package filled with all kinds of random goodies. The most special item was this ceramic angel, made by an artist in her hometown. I have displayed this beautiful angel prominently, where I can always see her. She reminds me to have hope, and to always remember how much I am loved.
And speaking of hope and love, here’s my girl.
My constant reminder to never underestimate the power of a nap, kisses, or an awesome belly rub.
Yes, I hurt. Yes, things are uncertain.
But there is always, always, a reason to smile.
Have a gorgeous weekend, friends.