Fine. Don't Move.

We don’t always write about the hard moments. I mean, sometimes we do. But usually we fill our blogs, stories, pictures, Facebook, Instagram with the happy and seemingly perfect moments and words. I don’t think we’re trying to trick anyone. Or make our life appear perfect or flawless. Maybe it’s because those happy and bright times are easier to share, think and talk about over the not so shiny times; the happy moments are the ones we want to, more so, remember. Maybe we don’t want to be a complainer or make someone feel sad or bad or frustrated or like we are comparing, on our account.

But the truth is we all have those gloomy times. And it’s okay to share them and just be vulnerable. We need to feel our feelings no matter how unpleasant they may be at times. Frustrated. Lost. Sad. Mad. Stressed. Whatever. And yes, we do need to be able to pick ourselves up and carry on when need be, too. But we know that already.

Sometimes life leaves us wanting to joyously dance and sing on top of a mountain about how beautiful it is and sometimes it leaves us scratching our head, wanting to throw everything in the air, ripped up in a million pieces. That’s the thing about life: remembering we are all human and hoping that along that the way the tough moments we go through make our story a bit more exciting than it was before. Good golly, at least, I hope so.