I’m not fantastic at noticing the beauty. I get distracted, even obsessive with the ugly. I get frustrated and disillusioned by people, ideas, and endeavors. I’m a professional team player, just because I want to make sure I’m not alone. ⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀
Most days I live all up in my head. I’m not talking about daydreams-those are lovely, keep dreaming. I’m talking about tearing apart every argument, breaking down every word, thinking over every move and wondering if you’re really just a big ol’ dummy no one really wants around. But, they’re nice, so you get the pity invite. There’s room at the table, but only because you’re pathetic and someone else is tender. ⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀
I know that may sound melodramatic and I’ll be the first to say it is! But, it’s where I live sometimes. Missing the beauty, doubting the friendship, looking beyond the moments in front of me, for fear I’ll miss the ones ahead.
How are you at noticing the lovely in your life? Does gratitude and mindfulness come naturally, or is it a practice you have to work at? I don’t want to miss today. So, I’m practicing. To notice, to cultivate, to challenge my own ideas of what is “beautiful” so that I can share this life lovingly and mindfully with others. ⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀