My life has not been tragic by any means. I’ve experienced my share of tragedy, though, and have persevered through many trying circumstances by means of sheer effort. Joy is no small reward for the effort.
I often question myself as to why I spend so much of my time
documenting my life in my journal, my calendar, my blog, and even in my
“thangs” I create.
I have no formal degree, no earned title of importance. I
don’t even have the capability to fully support myself I needed to. I have no
credible way of proving my worth.
Too many times, I use that “lack” to beat myself up and I
struggle with feelings of worthlessness.
This weekend I’ve spent some time going through my journal
entries and writing a one or two word summary of each one. Looking through those
words, I see there really is far more light than there is darkness.
This kind of documentation, which gives me a quick glance at
the overall status of my life by capturing one or two word snippets of what I
am writing about is extremely valuable to me. When I am lost in the darkness,
which happens far more than I’d like to admit, when my mind tells me there is
no hope and that I am a worthless piece of humanity, I can look back at my own
documentation of my life and I can see the balance (and the tension) of both
darkness and light in my life. I am forgetful and I need the reminders.
The reminders help me pick up, once again, the strand of joy
that runs though my life. They are signposts that help keep me from getting totally lost in the
darkness.These journal entries, these blog posts, the thangs, they are all also notes to/for my future self. I so often imagine such a bleak future for myself. If my future turns out better than expected, these notes will offer a bit of joy over how far I have come. If it were to all downhill, as I often expect, these notes might offer confirmation of how far I have come and encouragement to continue on the journey.
Here's hoping for much better than expected. And lot of joy. I'm impressed that although you are thinking about a possibly bleak future, you recognize progress and encouragement along the way. I think that will take you far.
ReplyDeleteIt is one of my quirkier talents, Rach, to predict bleakness while also looking around for the light!
DeleteStrange that you would feel worthless when I value you so much. It's as though Renoir said he couldn't paint.
ReplyDeleteI must remember to look into my "magic mirror," to see what you see. It truly does help.
DeleteLife has been your university, where you have become a professor of grace. That is how I see you.
ReplyDeleteLVC
Thank you, LVC! We can learn much from the University of Life!
DeleteStrands of joy. I love those strands. Love you too. wish you could see you like we all see you.
ReplyDeleteThank you, Mindy! I love you, too! You have helped me to correct my vision of me, more than you know!
DeleteOh, I love this. So much. Beautifully done.
ReplyDeleteThanks, Beth!
ReplyDeleteAwesome, as always, Annie.
ReplyDeleteThanks, Patti! :)
DeleteWas here earlier and got sidetracked before commenting. Just discovered you over at my place and was reminded of this post, pictures not all that you have great talent with. You mention your spurts of absenteeism. I love to read you as you bring it forth from your well and am willing to wait. With me no longer employed five days a week, I've more opportunity to write; but, while it's nice to hear from those who pass by, the blog is a labor of love, a place to sort out my thoughts, in a way it comes close to prayer, my mind on Him and following an inner tug. You say much the same thing here. Good to have you back again, Annie.....
ReplyDeleteThanks, Jim! You are another one who helps me to see the better parts of myself!
DeleteThank you for this, I needed to hear this myself. Good reminders!!
ReplyDeleteYou're welcome, Lori!
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