Well, I had a grand vision of how this would work, but that is the story of my life, a grand vision and then, well, reality.
So the vision was that I'd somehow be able to not say anything but let you see with pictures a look into what it was like getting ready for Easter and then the actual event. Sadly, no dice.
For four days I've been cranky-ish. I'm just tired of all the garbage in life and there isn't much I can do about any of it. Most of the time I'm pretty good at putting on the cheerful and being all good and encouraging and all that but sometimes I just get tired of all the little digs and all the looks and all the junk in this life. Even if I don't run around flaunting it, I'm just like the rest of you. I have days when I miss what once was, when I miss what was easy, when I think following through and trying to make everything happen just isn't worth the effort. I know darn well what things I failed at and where I'm supposed to say I'm sorry. Again. Because once is never enough to cover the sin. Yeah, we're like that with each other aren't we. I have plenty of days where I have a real hard time keeping my judgemental unfriendly less than Christian very human thoughts to myself.
I want to be on my horse about how you spend your time and fully ignore looking in the mirror at how I spend mine. I want to tell you how to parent your kids that I"m so quick to deam easy and not look back at how I just yelled at mine. Yeah, I go there too.
I want to whine about my own bad luck or stupid choices and how they come back to bite me in the butt especially when I've been too lazy to check something out fully or to be foolish enough to believe something too good to be true really was true.
I'm just like everyone else I have stunted stupid selfish dreams that I allow myself to chase for a moment and then, well, I realize where reality lies.
Well, anyway.
My plan was to show you some beautiful photos. So now I'll get to work on that part.
1 comment:
Not sure what's up, but I feel like telling you that you are not standing alone. And don't give up the dreams...they're not selfish. Some days we look around and see that our life reflects a little of what we dared to dream once.
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