Taking things for grantedMonday, September 05, 2016
I made it a mission to appreciate myself more a long time ago, although I think the post has been long since archived. You see a lot of these weight loss journey stories with people saying how overjoyed they are with the results and how they feel so good about themselves now. Well, I wanted to feel like that without any journey. Looking in the mirror and smiling; feeling happy to be myself. Celebrating how much effort I've put in to looking after myself and appreciating who I am instead of picking at faults and chastising. Wearing a smile instead of a frown.
Waking up in a comfortable bed to the sound of the birds singing. I really feel grateful for being able to open the back door and breathe in the fresh air; the quiet and the calm are things that are of great value to me.
Living in a beautiful part of the country. It's lovely here. Safe. Quiet. I take it for granted all the time, every day. My Gran yearned to move back into the town when my Grandpa passed away. I never understood it. I still can't. She liked the hubbub, the life, the busy comings and goings. It's something which makes my skin crawl. I love distance. I'll sit back from the the town. I don't want to be part of that busy life. Terrifying things happen on the streets of towns and cities every day. Things you don't want to think about; they turn your stomach and make your blood run cold. Unhuman acts. Civilisation is perhaps the wrong word.
I want to remember how fortunate I am, all the time, that I have the privilege of being left alone to my own devices. To be lucky enough to live my life as I wish is a wonderful thing. Taking my camera out to capture the smallest of things is a luxury I shouldn't take for granted.