I think it's safe to say that it's been a pretty shitty week all around. The world is a pretty broken place, but it's hard for me to dwell on the sad sometimes.
I've seen a lot of comments this week, implying that those of us who continue to live our lives in the wake of tragedy are somehow insensitive. I think it's important to remember that we all mourn differently. I may live my life on social media, but you only see what I put out there. You didn't see me sitting in front of the television on Monday in shock, or crying when listening to our president speak that afternoon. When disaster strikes, obviously my first instinct is to burst into tears (and I definitely cried my fair share this week). But I don't like to wallow. Or I try not to, at least.
Instead, I remember only what a blessing my life is. I've been given the gift of living another day, and I want to appreciate that. I never want to take that for granted.
Even during a week like this, I see the beauty in the world. I see the good in people, who far outnumber the bad, and I see what an incredible place we live. It's how I celebrate, but it's also how I mourn.
I've been wanting to start a color series on this blog for a while, because I think in colors. I spend my time thinking of color combinations and how one element would pair with another. And this week, despite the black and grey and red, I want to see bright. I was to see beautiful, and I want to see the good.
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