I am filled with longing inside. Deep pain that runs through my core, this always happens when DH has a migraine, when the day turns in on itself, collapsing before it really ever started. It is another Sunday. The last day before another stressful and busy week defined by have to’s instead of want to’s. I explore the internet, blogs of people I adore, admire, want to be, lives that are so interesting, so beautiful, so perfect and I feel this over whelming heaviness that my  life is right, isn’t fulfilled. The thing is, though it’s fine it’s just that I am too critical, too impatient. I let myself be to easily taken over by the small moments, forgetting the bigger picture, and that is why I post my grateful Sunday posts because even in all the messiness of life, there is always something to be grateful for. Today I am grateful for the strong push to remember to be flexible and to let go of my rigidity to remember perfect is only the tint of the lens that you look through, nothing more.