Self portrait

I've been at a loss these past few weeks. Thankful and beyond excited for what lies ahead for me this year, I haven't been sleeping very well at night. I've made a promise to myself to not have my phone in my face so much, to live with my eyes up and looking forward at the world around me, to stop doubting my own original creative ideas. I've been full of them lately to be quite honest, and that's what has led me to these sleepless nights- and not writing as much as I'd like. I have been sewing and taking photos and vintage shopping every day! I haven't had time to be this creative in years and it feels like I'm speaking my native tongue again for the first time in a long time. It is so incredibly refreshing. I actually feel healthier from being so happy.  

Life around here hasn't really changed a whole lot, nothing in particular has contributed to my happiness, except for my own decision to just be incredibly happy. To make the most of what I've got. I had some moments there recently where I forgot that happiness was a decision not just luck. I'm learning these past few months that life is not always perfect. It's not always sunshine, warm rain, and coloring inside the lines. However, within imperfection, lies so much beauty. A crazy type of beauty that is so unique, when it's recognized, it becomes priceless. This imperfect life is mine and I never realized quite how unique my whole experience on this earth is because I was too busy living in it. When did I ever get so busy, I forgot to see imperfection as beautiful. all of it? I never want to forget to admire it again.