Focus
This is the mellow version of me, choosing my focus for the day.
Do I want to see every detail,
every changing nuance?
The structure of the things or people in front of me? Maybe I’d appreciate it all more.
But if it amplifies my imperfections,
distorts the size and severity of things…
if it personalizes the imperfections around me that aren’t mine to change,
then it changes and legitimizes my mood. And there’s a thin line between mellow and melancholy.
I have to look farther than that for something good to expect today.
Lately, I never wear my glasses. I’m getting used to blur.
I use this one a lot: Philippians 4:8
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