There is too much sadness in this crazy world. I see it in the boy with the porn addiction and the girl with the cut marks on her arms and legs. I see it in my neighbours, friends, and loved ones… And sometimes, I see it in myself.
“Oh Crap, She’s Up”
The problem is, I don’t want to be sad and I don’t want anyone around me to be sad either. I think I’d rather be the kind of woman that when my feet hit the floor in the morning, the devil says, “Oh crap. She’s up.” But I can’t be that kind of person if I bury my head in the sand, hoping that some of the sadness will have dissipated by the time my children are old enough to feel it’s weight. Nope. It’s time to get real.
My husband has been trying to convince me to write a blog for years. Weird. I guess I wasn’t thinking of a blog the way I’m thinking about it now- as a place where I can exchange the crippling helplessness I feel for something a lot more…. Energetic. Gumption maybe? In any case, this is my attempt to find the virtue and transcendence amidst all the craziness. My attempt to look for ways to feel awe-inspired every day instead of weighed down.