I hate when life unexpectedly slaps you in the face with pain that I'd imagine a bag of quarters to be. On the flip side, there's always a more positive perspective to counteract that feeling. Last night, someone broke into Madison's truck in ATL while he was inside enjoying a lifetime experience of a concert, and they stole our new GPS/stereo system. The only word that describes this feeling is "violated". We feel violated. Someone thought it was ok to invite themselves into our personal space and take something that was ours completely careless of how it would affect our lives. Ultimately all that matters is that he's safe. It really could be so much worse, they could have taken more than they did, invoked vandalism to partner their thievery, or even worse, Madison could've walked up at the wrong moment. As wide of a range of emotions this makes me feel, angry, violated, hurt, fearful and frustrated, the point here is to focus on the only thing that matters which is the fact that my husband is safe and alive. Material things are nothing at all. Upon expiration they can be replaced, unlike a human life.
You might wonder why I'm writing this blog. Writers will do write to relieve thoughts, feelings, or stress. They may write for self-expression, or with a motive in mind to make a difference. They may even write because not writing isn't an option. And this blog is a little bit of all of that. Despite whether or not anyone ever reads this, I've put my feelings into words freeing them from my mind. Ive satisfied my need to analyze this situation in its entirety through verbalization.
In the occurrence that someone does read this, I hope what you take from it is the concept of life that I believe in most: the direct correlation between perspective and attitude which drives our lives into the direction of our choosing. That's the beauty of it. I can and will choose to see the bright side of this, the big picture, which will continue me on a path of positivity.
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