Glow by Lady E

  I have a thing for pretty tissue. Most of you ladies know that. 😁 Actually, that’s not entirely accurate. I have a thing for pretty, high-quality tissue in different sizes. Because apparently, somewhere along the way, my tissues acquired job descriptions. The smallest packs go into my small bags. They barely take up any room, which matters when I’m carrying one of those tiny purses that seems to believe women require nothing beyond a card and a lipstick. It’s important that I have a tissue with me at all times because when I’m with family, I give my tote to one of them when I need to use the mall bathroom. But not all bathrooms here have tissue, so small bag tissue is a life saver.  The medium ones live in my tote. There’s more space there, so they’re allowed to be a little bigger. This tissue is shared property. When the boys need it, there’s tissue. When we travel and someone needs it, I pull it out. Eating out and there’s not enough tissue and it’s too troublesome to cal...

  I ’ve always believed that I was paying attention. That I was observant. That I saw things as they were. But now I know— I only saw what I was ready to see. Everything else? It was there. Waiting. Unnoticed. The same streets I walk now, I have walked before. The same corners. The same light. The same quiet details tucked into the edges of a day. And yet— they did not exist to me then. Not because they weren’t there. But because I wasn’t ready. There is a kind of blindness that does not come from lack of sight, but from lack of stillness. When the mind is full— of urgency, of noise, of what comes next— it cannot receive what is already here. So it rushes past beauty. Not rejecting it. Not dismissing it. simply… missing it. And for years I’ve been rushing… And missing… I used to think beauty was something you find. Something that appears. Something you stumble upon if you are lucky. But now I see— beauty reveals itself to the person who has learned to pause long enough to not...

T here is a quiet shift that happens when you stop waiting for beauty to appear… and start choosing it instead.