I had a whole post typed out, saved, and almost ready for publishing, but I couldn't make myself post it.
I had written about how I had a weird and just plain bad day the day before yesterday but then I quickly realized that no one wants to read a depressing post like that. I was at a huge loss for words when I was writing and it frustrated me so much. I didn't have any pictures to share and I was angry with everything. I wasn't being the uplifting, encouraging person that I wanted to be, that's for sure.
Although I had a bad day and everyone has bad days, I don't necessarily need to share about it. That's life, unfortunately.
I started thinking about how I didn't want to publish that post yesterday morning when I woke up and I'm glad I didn't. That voice inside me telling me not to became even louder later in the day.
I've been working on a lot of projects lately for various things, one being for Bloom! and I had to take a few pictures relating to article topics. I ended up going into our city's laundromat to take a few photos and was completely and utterly put back in my place after seeing an older man folding his newly washed clothes. I had been complaining all morning about stuff that was so minuscule in the big scheme of things. It hit me as I walked out of the laundromat how incredibly unthankful I am. I realize I'm lucky, but rarely do I sit down and thank the Lord for the gift of life I have been given. I'm so blessed to have a warm bed to sleep in, a stove to cook on, and a washer and dryer in my very own house.
A lot of times I don't feel creative and that's what drives my anger and unthankfulness most of the time but you know what? Everyone's different. And that differentiation is what makes the world go 'round. I need to stop comparing myself to others and live life like it could end tomorrow.