Perspective

I've been thinking. I've been thinking that bloggers don't get nearly enough credit. I love reading blogs and I'm constantly checking on my favorite bloggers for new entries and new posts. When it comes to mine, I just stopped. Somehow I used to find it therapeutic to be able to put into words what was happening in our little corner of the world. Odd , because somehow my definition of what my life "should" be doesn't match what "is", I can't put it into words. Words are powerful, they give meaning. I can't put my world into words. I admire those that I read about, that so eloquently put their world into my home, let me in, and let me learn. Yet somehow I want to hunker in the corner with my head hung low because all I can see is my own shortcomings. Whose standards am I trying to live up to? Its exhausting.
I absolutely could not have predicted this last year. The man upstairs has been bending me like blacksmith bends iron. I should be grateful, I've been able to get some incredible insight into myself and others around me. Its given me direction, all the hammering has opened my eyes, so wide that I want to shut them just as quickly. I'm working on my gratitude, on seeing the glass half full. I'm working on putting on a fabulous pair of shades when the urge to close my eyes comes along. Its all about perspective... right?!