I Better Hang On To This

Man, I just gotta love when I feel the need to record some of my musings and then this lovely blogger program eats all my words and refuses to spit them back out. 

I was reflecting on the face that I feel complete for the first time in a weeks. I feel like I can let go and just be happy and content. There are no lingering tasks at hand like sorting out looming finances or making sure the fridge is full again and we're not out of toothpaste. The kitchen is clean and dishes are put away and I'm not even worried about the upcoming lunch, snack and dinner messes. Laundry isn't piled up taller than my youngest and the cat box no longer is emitting cartoonish green essences into the air. My garden is not dead. The pool still has water. There are no overdue library books hidden in the depths of a child's sanctuary. 

I have allowed myself some time to be pulled out of the mundane daily world and, in sharp contrast, put into the world I love. The one that never ceases to amaze me with music filling my ears, the cold brew my husband bought for me on my tastebuds and a warm feeling of peace in my body. My body has been tired, but I think that is because it follows my mind around day and night. Today I reined it in and set it straight. Let's see how long it lasts.

Truly I have missed my creativity. 

I think I figured out why I enjoy this overly amature photography. I like to share how I see things. That's maybe also the reason I love to write. A photograph is art, yes, as is writing, but it is also a small small glimpse of the world through my eyes. Photography captures my memory of a moment and then turns it into a tangible thing that I can share with my world. It is not the whole world through my eyes, but rather a little torn piece of it that you can collect and put together. It is my way of highlighting the details that are important to me and even maybe a little bit of the broader perspective. I see a smile the way I want to see it and I see my favorite sky, clear, blue and beautiful.