I've been trying to focus on the lighter version of me. No, not my weight, just my whole, well...self. It's so easy to get bogged down in the worries, ponderings, wishes, hopes, disappointments, frustrations, and general downer side of things. There's a lot of pressure not to to air these parts of ourselves as well so at times I think I linger in rawness just to spite people who think the purpose of life is to be happy.
I know, I know, that sounds a little harsh. I don't mean it to. It's not that I'm adverse to happiness, I love it. I seek it. I hope for it. I'm lucky enough to say I even find it quite a bit. But I don't think it's my purpose in life. I think my purpose in life is to leave things a little better than I found them (don't look at my kitchen right now). I think my purpose in life is to be a true and honest and caring wife, mom, sister, daughter, friend, neighbor, etc.
I feel like I have had some rough spots as of late and I want to give the crap it's due and I also want to remind myself to take some deep calming breaths now and again and get over it. So I'm spending a moment with the lighter version of me. The one that is about to crawl into bed and read a book with the word "hedgehog" in the title donning my granny glasses and some kick ass velour pants!