Thursday, January 22, 2015
I found this little plaque while Christmas shopping and the words struck me so that I knew I had to bring it home. It quickly found its place in my kitchen window. I wish someone had told me this when I was younger, but maybe it is something that you can't understand until you have experienced life. I've thought about this saying a lot in the last few weeks and have several posts outlined on the subject.
I didn't realize it, but I was creating myself when I started this blog almost five years ago. If you've read that first post then you know that it was a small chrysanthemum that lifted my spirits and caused me to realize that it was the small simple things of life that give me joy. Starting the blog was a way for me to write down and capture my thoughts; I was creating a part of myself that had been hidden deep inside and needed to come bubbling up and out of me.
Little did I know that in addition to satisfying that creative drive with writing and photography that I would encounter other bloggers with similar interests and values. Reading their blogs and sharing comments has formed friendships for which I am very grateful. I have found that reading about other women’s experiences has made me aware of the many commonalities that we share. Reading posts written from different viewpoints has made me even more eager for more experiences of life that expose me to different thoughts and new approaches to thinking. Yes, that is part of creating oneself, isn’t it? Expanding your thoughts, exploring your world, embracing new ideas, always seeking to know more, accepting life's experiences.