I've been feeling heavy on the insides thinking about stuff like that. All syrup and molasses and I can hardly keep my chin up. Some people in my life have grudges for paper bags.
I just don't get why they can't chuck the dang thing off.
And I confess I have my own stack of bags- burdens, worries, unreasonable expectations, insecurity, guilt.
And of course I'm crunchy and stuff so all mine are the re-usable kind of bags and so I use them over and over and over again.
I hate that I can be consumed by this stuff <-- stuff that always points the compass toward myself (woe is me, life is so unfair, blah blah selfish blah) instead of where my focus should be. It's shameful really. And I am so ashamed.
We're all sitting around here with bags on our heads. Why can't we just take them off.
Completely unrelated photo, but it makes me happy, and, I'm trying to fill up on that. Not to avoid the issues, or be in denial of areas I desperately must work on, but happy little things (life inspired) are just some of the best reminders for me to be grateful. And I so am.