How many times do you look in the mirror? How many times do you purposely walk back into the restroom, your bedroom, or even a hallway mirror to take a glance at yourself?
During those times do you fix your hair, your make up, or even decide that the outfit just does not fit your needs for the day and you go and change?
Being honest with yourself.. I think that the majority of us do it every time that we walk past a mirror. And most of the time.. we are okay with what we see.
You are carrying the mirror to the kitchen table to do your hair or makeup.. or carrying a mirror to replace the old one that is hanging up in your bathroom. Then you trip over something (Even if it is your own foot) and down the mirror comes.. Crashing to the floor, making this loud noise that most of us know to well of glass breaking, and we are looking down on the floor of shattered pieces everywhere.
And most of you know that no matter how hard you try to make sure you get every little piece up.. it is only a matter of time before someone yells about a shard of glass that went into their bare foot.
Life is like that... or at least for me at this time in my life I am looking at it like that. I know that I don't have a perfect life.. in fact, I wonder if you would be so bold to say the same. Even though majority of time we want people to think that we have this perfect, "Leave It To Beaver" family and life.
My family life did shatter a few weeks ago as most of you know that have been reading my blog. I have been trying to figure out the pieces of each shattered piece wondering where each one fits. The strange thing of the whole shattered pieces is that I don't know if I want to fit them neatly back together.
In fact, some strange sort of way... the shattered pieces are beautiful. They are beautifully shattered. Each unique.. each perfectly formed. I have decided that I don't want to try to pick up the pieces anymore. I want to just make the pieces fit into my life. To make sure that it forms me to the person that I am to be in the next moment.
It is like the superstition of... if you break a mirror you are going to get 7 years bad luck. Well for me then I am in a lot of trouble.. because I use to hate myself growing up that I broke every mirror that I could. Therefore I suppose to this superstition I am doomed for the rest of my living days for bad luck.
However, instead of this superstition I have decided that the shattered pieces that are around.. I will just have to learn to look for the positive in each and every one.. Making each and every piece beautiful, appealing, and alluring me to go further into my walk of what we call life.
And when I think that I might have it figured out.. when I step on that lost shard of mirror.. instead of screaming.. I will be reminded of my life of where I have been, where I am now.. and where I am heading.
Some of my rambling thoughts today.