When I look at my life, it’s easy to only see the rough terrain. The deep and craggy valleys. The steep and rocky mountains. The typography of eroded places.
When I’m in it, it doesn’t look like much. I see the debris, the chaos. But on the rare occasions that I’m above it all, I can appreciate the view. The beauty and wonder of what I have and what I do.
Sometimes (most of the time) it means cleaning up messes that are not my own. Doing without things I want or enjoy. But if I can separate myself for a moment, I can try to see this as an interesting and uneven part of the landscape. It may not be easy to walk through, but it’s beautiful to look at from above.
