Someone told me yesterday that my world sounds so easy, and fun, and that they wished they had my life. And though I took it as a compliment, I had to laugh. My life, really?! If they only knew...!
It's all about perspective, isn't it? I do not lead any more of a blessed life than the next, (or any worse for the wear than the next). I am simply learning the art of cropping. Reframing. Like when we snap a photo of a beautiful nature scene, and see that it's not centered, or that an unsightly road sign or electrical wires or trash are showing in the picture, we immediately open up our photo editing software and crop, leaving only the desired subject. In reality the undesirables are still there but we've reframed it so our focus is on the beauty instead of the blemishes.
We have to do the same to live a beautiful life. This month I admit I have led an enviable life. I have drunk in the scandalous scent of lavender and lilacs, watched the orange pink sun rise in the morning's first light, and squinted in the glimmer of sun rays dancing on a shimmering lake. I have heard the sweet harmonies of my daughter's voices and watched their speedy legs run across the finish line to victory. I've spent fun evenings with dear sweet elderly women and laughed at their stories of days gone by. I relaxed by the turquoise pool at my apartment, baked warm, fresh homemade bread and enjoyed drinks on a patio with a dear friend. I spent quiet peaceful alone time on a long morning run. I got a new job--two new jobs actually! and received a surprise refund from my cable company. On Mother's Day, I hiked along a sparkling stream with my girls and saw two magnificent moose in the wilderness of a national park. Yes, I live a very blessed life.
Yet in this very same month, I inhaled a lot of second-hand pot smoke, my least favorite scent, which wafts up from our neighbors below, barely saw the sunrise for the tall concrete buildings that block my morning view, and watched discarded McDonald's cups floating on the surface of a dirty lake. I heard my daughters say they looked ugly and watched them cry with disappointment after losing their races. I've spent exhausting evenings with frail old ladies who both admitted they have no purpose and are ready to die. I live in a tiny one bedroom apartment and sleep in a too-small twin bed that makes my back ache, bake my own bread because I can't justify spending money on the good bread from the store, and haven't allowed myself to buy a bottle of wine for months in attempts to be frugal. I've felt lonelier for a life companion than I have in all my 15 years of divorce, doubted my purpose in life, and felt like a fat cow while attempting a slow morning run. I suddenly lost 20 hours of my primary job and had to work three part time jobs at 60+ hours a week, so tiring, and wasn't sure how I would pay this month's rent not to mention other bills, cancelled cable, data and other luxuries just to make ends meet. On Mother's Day I spent the entire morning alone while my kids worked and took their stepmother out to brunch.
Same month. Same events. Two perspectives.
If we focus on the ugly parts of our lives, which we all experience, what an ugly life we'll lead! This isn't about pretending that the tough things aren't present, or being a naive Pollyanna; it's learning to hone in on the fantastic and not on the parts of life that drag us down. It's easier to do the latter, trust me, as I've spent hours, days, and weeks over the years wallowing in my miseries. But right alongside those woes is a whole wide world of wonder. If we're not careful, we'll miss the magical moments happening all around us, right now, because we're focused on the fodder.
We have friends right now whose daughter is in a battle for her life, and in each moment they don't know if she is going to make it. We have a dear friend who has lost use of her legs, racked with pain, and can't get outside to see the pink blossoms on the springtime trees. Yet all three of these saints remain positive, joyful, and full of hope. Their noble and faith-infused mindset inspires me beyond words.
So as you tumble out of bed on this fresh, new morning, and begin to go about your day, get out your photo editing software! Refuse to let the negatives define your day, your life. I know they are there, and they are heavy and difficult. I know. But the beauty and blessings are right there too, and they are equally light and lovely.
Don't you think it's a good day to begin to learn how to reframe? I'm up for the challenge! Some days I'm really good at it and other days I completely fail...but every day is a fresh new canvas just waiting for our splash of colors. What choice do we have other than to keep attempting to paint, something beautiful, each and every day?
I can't wait to see and hear about your photogenic lives as they unfold today...