Reflection is the entire concept behind this blog. It’s not a mommy blog. It’s not a wifey blog. It’s not a DIY blog. It’s not an uplifting blog. It is simply a reflective blog. No more. No less.
It reflects what mirrors can’t, what’s on the inside. The pain. The fear. The struggle. The achievement.
It reflects what’s wrong with me. What’s wrong with the world. It also reflects all that is right.
There are no set guidelines. It follows no topic. Reflection IS the topic.
Like an innocent child I believe that we are all good. That we are all worth trusting. That somehow, somewhere, deep on the inside, every one understands. That is why I can write so openly, because a part of me knows that somewhere there is someone who knows exactly what I am going through, because they are going through it too.
I intended this blog to reflect the truth. To reflect who we are on the inside. Sometimes, that truth is just plain ugly. That truth is anger and bitterness. That truth is depression and complaints. That truth is ungratefulness and self-pity. That truth is envy and hatefulness. That truth is a psychopathic criminal that forgot to take their meds.
But, it isn’t always so. That truth is also love and understanding. Trust and friendship. Inspiration. Sunshine. Rainbows. And even butterflies. Sometimes, that truth is beautiful.
Like my blog, this post has no point. It it simply the truth in its most pure form. Sadistically beautiful.