Day 31: Core story.
What central story is at the core of you, and how do you share it with the world? (Bonus: Consider your reflections from this month. Look through them to discover a thread you may not have noticed until today.)
(Author: Molly O'Neill)
I don't think I could write a better response to this prompt than K did over at Bravely Obey. So read that and imagine me whooping along in solidarity.
In my own words, however, I'd have to say that the criteria that I use when I write this blog are what is at the core of me. I care about sincerity, public good, smart humor, unabashed glee, optimism & enthusiasm, and wisdom & intelligence. I care about celebrating the contributions that make our world a better place. I strive to focus on the positive, even when I feel consumed by crap.
Speaking of which...
The last 5 days haven't been my favorite. Although I've been on vacation and have had a good deal of time to sew and relax and watch Netflix and spend time with family and friends...all whilst wearing sweatpants, I've been bitterly resentful of some other obligations (which isn't exactly the right word, but it's what I'll use for now). Obligations that just happened to show up out of nowhere, sullying the field of peaceful, untrodden snow that was supposed to be this week.
I've been angry. I've been holding tight to this sense of rueful indignation. I've been taking my crankiness out on my poor husband, usually in the form of diatribes resembling scenes from Academy Award-winning films. I've had a hard time finding the part of myself that writes this blog and blathers on about happy crap. I've dramatically overused metaphors about fields of snow.
And then I remember...I live a life with an embarrassing abundance of riches. I have the most fantastic family. I am the recipient of more love than one person could possibly deserve. I am healthy. I have a great job. I have wonderful friends. I am able to choose joy and optimism with little effort. I do not want for anything. Ever.
I am grateful that tonight I will quietly celebrate what has been a wonderful year. What has been so wonderful about it? Nothing all that remarkable. Just the regular, run-of-the-mill loveliness that fills each day.