I’ve noticed that lately my internal narrative is critical of my body, my home, and my life.
Most of the story is not wrong because things have continuously fallen off track lately. Not just for me, but for a lot of us.
And when I woke up I was criticizing myself for being so critical about everything.
When I realized that I was being critical about being critical I giggled at myself and stopped and asked myself “where am I going with this and what do I really want?”
The answer came easily.
I want to see the beauty of life again. I’ve missed it while focusing on what needs to be improved or isn’t up to my standard.
I want to look in the mirror and see what’s beautiful…my hair, my skin, my eyes…or whatever might be glowing. I want to appreciate my body and it’s beauty.
I want to look at my home and see the handcrafted woodwork from over 100 years ago, the roof over my head, and the home it’s been for my family.
I want to look at my life and the journey and appreciate how far I’ve come.
I want to go about my day and see beautiful moments, beautiful people, animals, trees, flowers and mountains.
I want to retrain my eye to see what’s beautiful and to stop constantly look for what’s wrong and needs fixing.
I know the beauty is there because I’ve seen it before.
Beauty is everywhere.
I just need to start noticing it.