Perspective

The past few months have been crazy.  Like really crazy.  And I have a whole lot of things to do still and even more to blog about so that I don't forget all the neat experiences that have occurred during the crazy months.  

But this morning I am going to put that aside.

I am going to document instead a little moment of inspired perspective I just had.

Blogs are a funny thing.  They can really inspire.  They can uplift.  They can encourage and even bring answers to prayers of those who are searching.

But...

They can also make you feel bad.  They can bring you down by the portrayed perfection.  By the stellar moments you try your best to have with your family but never seem to turn out according to plan.

They can make it seem as though everyone is always happy and even though the rough, raw moments we ALL know we ALL have are not showcase and sometimes not even shared.

Now, don't get me wrong, I am a believer in feeding the positive.  I don't want to remember the hard things nearly as much as I want to remember the joy that I experience.  I know the hard parts are just as much a part of this mortal experience but I find it too easy to notice the negative and it seems in my mind to overshadow the positive.  So when I blog I focus on the positive too.  The picture-worthy moments instead of the crying-in-the-closet ones.  We ALL have both!  But I want to remember the good so much more and I am fine to let the negative have its' moment and move back into the recesses of my memory...only to be drawn forward when I can use it for something good -like sympathizing with another going through some similar trial or not making the same mistakes I've learned from over and over again.

So I CHOOSE to blog the positive.  The negative is too private and personal.  

But then I read other blogs that do the same and I feel as though they don't have any struggles.  I KNOW they do.  But it just doesn't FEEL like it. :)

So this morning, as I sat here contemplating all the "THINGS" I need to do today, and read a blog which I LOVE (just today's post was REALLY dreamy), I heard something.

I heard my little girls playing Barbies in their room.  Lost in a world of make-believe and sisterly-twin love.  Not worrying about a thing.  The only thing that mattered to them was that they were playing together.  That is true perspective.  Making time for the ones that matter the most to us.  

And I decided that I would take a moment and snap a few pictures to remind me of the dreamy moments in my life that can get overlooked when things get hard and crazy.

So here they are...without even knowing it....changing my perspective.

Thank you girls. :)