Life is such an interesting dichotomy of joy and pain. I find myself on top of the world and overwhelmed in gratitude and then stifling the hot tears of anger and frustration all within the same day. (Okay, sometimes the same ten minutes.) Maybe I’m weird. Maybe I’m so normal it’s ridiculous.
I’m a firm believer that I have a choice to react in love. If I make a conscious effort, I can bite my tongue even if I have the perfect retort; I can walk away even if I have the energy to fight; I can give my child a hug even if it seems like they don’t deserve it; I can let it roll off my back even if it was obviously offensive; I can forgive even if they haven’t changed their ways.
I wish I was perfect at it! But I am getting better and that’s what matters, right? Right?? Well, sometimes when I am on the verge of reacting with a human tendency instead of love (that’s right, love is better than being merely human, it is transcendent.), I say this to myself: I am a lover, not a fighter. Because fighting never got me any closer to who I want to be. Fighting never solved one single problem in my life. That’s right. I’m a lover.
Presenting: Affirmation No. 37 will be available at my shop soon. (would you rather have a print, a card, or a post card to choose from?)
I took these pictures. I made this stuff with my own two hands. I wrote these words. It's just a bunch of craziness, but it's what in this noggin. If you're going to use any of my stuff for your own stuff, just ask me. (I'm sure I'll say yes. I'm nice like that.) And a little linkie love never hurt anyone if you know what I'm sayin;)