Here's my struggle lately:
I get caught up in the cycle of thinking "I want that. Not really, do I? That is scary. Nope I do not want that right now." and other variations of this.
Freelance photo work, babies, houses, etsy shops, new blogs, dance studios, Louisiana bayou or southern California living, event planner, English teacher, writer, dancer, etc. etc. etc.
And that's just life, isn't it? You want what you can't/don't have and then the cycle doubles back and you're content with the overabundance of blessings you currently carry and then again you want.
And so I turn the corner and decide to do what makes me happiest in this moment and all is well and I love until I am blue in the face. And then I breathe and look around and repeat. Pour the tea, pat the dog, fold the clothes, write the letters, sing the songs, inflate my lungs. Love this life of mine so much I sometimes cry.
Because I do love it, wholly, as painful as that may be at times, but I still want. And daydream about those wants, and sometimes feel guilty or selfish, but then the cycle starts over again. It's okay to want and be contented simultaneously, I'm happy in these moments, I am alive and it is good.
The song above is a little like my inner conflict. I love this song, and how they cover it, but I feel bad about liking it. A cover! It's impure! But I still think it's beautiful.
Freelance photo work, babies, houses, etsy shops, new blogs, dance studios, Louisiana bayou or southern California living, event planner, English teacher, writer, dancer, etc. etc. etc.
And that's just life, isn't it? You want what you can't/don't have and then the cycle doubles back and you're content with the overabundance of blessings you currently carry and then again you want.
And so I turn the corner and decide to do what makes me happiest in this moment and all is well and I love until I am blue in the face. And then I breathe and look around and repeat. Pour the tea, pat the dog, fold the clothes, write the letters, sing the songs, inflate my lungs. Love this life of mine so much I sometimes cry.
Because I do love it, wholly, as painful as that may be at times, but I still want. And daydream about those wants, and sometimes feel guilty or selfish, but then the cycle starts over again. It's okay to want and be contented simultaneously, I'm happy in these moments, I am alive and it is good.
The song above is a little like my inner conflict. I love this song, and how they cover it, but I feel bad about liking it. A cover! It's impure! But I still think it's beautiful.




















