Painfully Thoughtful Thursday

I know the focus of this blog is to find the fun in everyday life. But the reality is, life is not always fun. We can look for the glimmer of light in the midst of the darkness, but life can be very hard. Very dark. Very frightening. There are days when I don’t recognize my country and it is those days I am so thankful to God that I live where I live.
This is a painful subject to write about. Painful not because I have personal experience, but rather because I don’t. I generally shy away from politically and socially controversial issues. But this time I must speak from the heart. If I don’t do it here, on my own forum, then shame on me.
Fair warning to anyone who may not want to “read more,” the topic today is the law passed in the state of New York regarding changes to their abortion law. If you don’t want my opinion then come back tomorrow. I’ve got a great Foodie Friday post in the works.

Perfectly Imperfect

I have a love-hate relationship with my house. I didn’t choose my home, I chose the man and the house was part of the package. I still love him; the house I’m not so sure about.

This is the home where our daughter grew up and our grandchildren all lived during their early years. It has far more sentimental value to them than me. At least that is what I think as I peruse the pages of Zillow or Trulia looking for my perfect home. And don’t even get me started on the perfect town for the perfect home. Each week as we watch Home Town we dream of moving to Laurel Mississippi to live in an adorable refurbished cottage. My husband was born in Laurel and his mother’s family still has roots there. So the dream is not so very arbitrary. Well maybe a little. But that’s why it is called a dream.

This morning while I was wandering around Etsy, I stumbled upon a blog post from a couple years ago that really spoke to me and my house woes. The title was “Reasons to Embrace Your Imperfect Home” and featured a book called Life Unstyled by Emily Henson.

The philosophy of Henson’s book is that no one’s home is like the Instagram or magazine photos we all drool over. We have stacks of stuff, and things out of place and dishes in the sink. That is life. Our homes, like us have imperfections and some of those are the things that give us character and personality.

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