Spring is coming. Yeah! (I say, after it was just snowing yesterday.) So is the Coronavirus. Boo. However, I found a wonderful field of flowers to jump in a couple of weeks ago. So I jumped. For joy. In the middle of my sorrow. It’s okay to find joy where you can when grieving. And that’s what I did. I see a field of flowers. I jump. I may have been crying a few days later and missing my mom, but it’s all good. I jump while I’m able to.
Blossom print bow tie top, Ross; purple corduroy leggings, Ross, gray fringed poncho cardigan, given to me; pink Kate Spade New York handbag, gifted to me, similar here; rose gold sunglasses, Marshall’s, Shoes hidden in the flowers, Kohl’s; fuchsia flower earrings, old.
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This top is perfect for spring. Floral, peach and fuchsia with a bow at the top – what’s not to like? I found both the blouse and corduroy leggings at Ross, so you know I got them at a very good price. Since it’s still cold out, I had a gray fringed cardigan on as well. My bright pink Kate Spade New York handbag was another splash of color to an already bright outfit. Just right for an early spring day.
Everyone stay healthy and well out there. God help us all.
I’ve been taking a bit of a break from the blog this past week as I started comparing myself to others and finding I didn’t measure up. I honestly felt like I just had nothing to give and nothing to say. I tend to do things with the tenacity of a bulldog sometimes. I just keep going at something without taking good breaks until I feel totally burnt out and then wonder how I got to that point. I’m trying to recognize those moments when they start to happen and allow myself to take a break when needed.
Comparison is something that most of us do at some point or another in our lives, but need to stop doing. I started comparing my blog to other peoples. Or people who should make a blog because they have a talent the world would love to see.
I’d recently been telling my friend, Silke, that she should make a public blog of for her cake decorating (you can view her Facebook page here: Silks’n’Sweets. I can totally see those wonderfully decorated cakes being repinned all over Pinterest. Then I started thinking about how I didn’t have any wonderful talent like that I could showcase in a blog. I started thinking about others I know that blog who have a specific area they are good in and concentrate on that in their blog.
My friend, Alison, has a food blog – Redhotcenter. And she can take good photos of the food she is making. Unlike your normal cell phone snapped photos people take of the food they are eating for every single meal and posting it on social media – driving the rest of us batty with having to look at yet another shot of your dinner, lunch, breakfast, snack, ect, Alison is a professional food blogger and knows how to take an artsy creative photo of food. She’s earned her right to showcase her food photos on all her social media. (In my opinion, only the food bloggers have earned the right to showcase all the food they are making because they are so good at it!) The rest of you all with your dark, blurry casually snapped cell phone photos of every meal you eat – please just stop already. Once in a blue moon is enough for those kind of photos.
Another friend, Amy, has a wonderful blog, Amy Lynn Andrews on how to get started blogging, and all sorts of social media and blogging tips. She’s good at sussing out all the helpful, pertinent, new up and coming social media tips and tricks. In fact, I turned to her blog for help getting started on my blog. She rocks the blogging, social media world with her tips!
I have another friend, Elissa, who doesn’t blog but is totally crafty and should blog about all the crafts she makes. Again, Pinterest would eat that stuff up! She would need to invest in a good camera, because cell phone photos just leave much to be desired when it comes to professional blogging. But, seriously, that girls got crafting talent!
Another friend, Michelle, writes about autism and neurodiversity on her blog, Michelle Sutton Writes, and even has a book out about it. I have an adult child with autism and I couldn’t write a book or blog post about it for the life of me!
And then I took a good look at me. Hmmm. I like books, cats, photography, fashion and acting. I started my blog because I wanted somewhere to showcase my photos. I don’t have any particular cool talent. I’ve got nothing compared to all these gals!
So this past week I’ve been taking a break from the blog and trying to find my way again in the blogging world. I took a walk earlier this week looking for signs of spring. Signs of new life and a new beginning. New hope. And in this time of transition between winter and spring, I can see spring trying to come forth – even though we are still getting cold weather and bits of snow coming down now and then. This season will change. Spring will prevail. New life and new hope will come forth. And I will carry on!
I was so excited to see someone in my neighborhood put up a book exchange library!!!
Deep dark red hellebore
As I’ve been telling God my woes about not having any particular area of talent to blog about. This is what I am hearing:
Just as each of us has one body with many members, and these members do not all have the same function, so in Christ we who are many form one body, and each member belongs to all the others. We have different gifts, according to the grace given us. If a man’s gift is prophesying, let him use it in proportion to his faith. If it is serving, let him serve; if it is encouraging, let him encourage; if it is contributing to the needs of others, let him give generously; if it is leadership, let him govern diligently; if is is showing mercy, let him do it cheerfully.
Happiness is found when you stop comparing yourself to other people.
Know that you are enough. You are uniquely you. No one else could be you-er than you.
There is no one alive that is youer than you!
Hats off to the wonderfully talented ladies in my life that had me comparing myself to them this week, but I refuse wallow in comparison any longer. I’m not you, I am me. Made in His image. For what purpose or plan, I have no idea, but I’m sure I’ll figure it out as I go along.