The Difficulties of Life

So, awhile back, I published a blog about how things were going.  This post seemed to upset people for some reason and I didn't really understand why.  "All I'm doing," I thought to myself, "is sharing what I'm going through, mentally and well as environmentally." [ I try not to share what I'm going about physically ;) ] Why would people be concerned? I believe I've hit upon the answer, at least in part.
(Aside from the obvious fact that something is off in my mind which makes me often say things worry people, my family in particular...)
The reason that I upset people is because of where I live.  I live in America, one of the best and safest places for a person to live. (Fact not opinion. By opinion I wouldn't mind living somewhere else. Don't tell the government.) 911 works remarkably well here, and even our poor live like kings compared to some parts of the world.  Of course there are those who might as well live in a third-world country, in terms of their access to shelter, food, and clean water; but for the most part, we Americans a pretty well off.  This has seeped into the culture of America; we don't want to talk about the bad stuff.  This is the land of the free, home of the brave; we are driven professionals with dream jobs. (So not true. I work at a grocery store, nobody's honest-to-goodness dream job.)  America, the culture, doesn't want to hear that its ideology is false, that its citizens are struggling to make ends meet, that we struggle with addictions or depression (only addicted to Starbucks here, promise.).  America wants everyone to believe they are living the perfect life. So we put on a face.  We smile at our friends, while we're dieing inside.  We ask "How you doing?", hoping against hope that they don't take us seriously, that they just say "Good."

**What does good even mean these days? That word is so watered down it makes me annoyed at the English language.  God said, "It is good."  It that word was good enough for God to use to describe creation, then come on people! Don't say you're good unless you really are.**

Ok, enough with the rant. :) The point of that is not to make you feel depressed or worried about everyone who tells you they are "good", the point is that we all are struggling. Life is difficult. For everyone. There is no exception, we all struggle.  So when I share something I'm going through, don't be worried. (And please, don't call my husband to ask what's going on! You'll get me in trouble. :)) I'm in God's hands, and He won't let me fall.  I just want to share what I'm going through in case there is someone out there who is struggling too, who might like to know that they aren't the only person in America who doesn't have The "perfect life."  Yeah times are hard, but that's life.  My life may not be "the perfect life", but it's mine, and perfect for me.

Oh and P.S.

For all those who are curious, my instagram is going swimmingly! I've kept up with my goal of a photo a day under the hashtag #365daysfilledwithjoy.  Here's the first 10, find them on instagram to keep up throughout the year. Onward to joy!

January 1st - Celebrating an New Year of Marriage.

January 2nd - Napping Partner

January 3rd - Uncle and Niece

January 4th - Twin

January 5th - Sunset

 

January 6th - Sunrise

January 7th - Morning Grind

January 8th - Creative Room

January 9th - Shadows

January 10th - Chaucer and The Canterbury Tales