a picture's worth a thousand lessons

i consider myself to be a pretty high strung person.

i care about little baby things that i really just shouldn't.

and it's a quality about myself
i am currently, and forever have been
trying to change.

[and i'll tell you why:]

basically:
i want life to be perfect.
{and it isn't.}

i like things to be orderly and super-controlled.
[rarely happens.]

i believe in bed times,
matching bows,
inside voices,
diets that start on mondays,
paying bills on time,
and
organized living quarters.

{so naturally}

things like:
toddler potty accidents,
endless laundry piles,
conflict of any kind,
and
unexpected circumstances/events
*kind of drive me crazy.

and it even bugs me that those things bug me so much.

truly:
i am high strung about my high strung-ness.

it's sick.

***

but let me tell you,
the above little picture of my chloe illustrates to me the opposite of all that.

it inspires my soul to be free.

to let go of the weight of the world & bask in the sunlight from time to time.

to not worry so much about messes, schedules, and self-created expectation.

to stop and read stories, sing primary songs, & cuddle with my girls.

to be proactive instead of reactive.

to seize my days.

to cut myself some freakin' slack & feel happy more often.

to relax and be content with my blessings.

to swing on the swings, take walks, and "waste time" with the peeps i love most.

it even inspires me to look cute in a halter swim suit.
{haha}

***
i am forever in awe at how
just watching my three year old
can teach me
{an almost 26 year old}
so much
about life.

*she's a good teacher, that chloe.

{happy wednesday!}