Perspective is a Powerful Thing.

Have you ever looked in a mirror but not liked what you see? Have you ever allowed someone to tell you that you aren’t good enough? Most importantly, have you ever told this to yourself?

Sometimes I look in the mirror and I don’t actually physically see what is in front of me. I see the person my mind is allowing me to see.

Yet over the years, I’ve realised that sometimes my mind is far from right, that I let circumstances and emotions cloud my vision.

If I’m tired, sad or I’m hurting my vision changes.

If I’ve felt happy or full of energy the person looking back at me can look so different.

Perspectives have a lot to play in life, they can enhance some wonderful moments. Take for example ask a husband who has just watched his wife give birth, will he remember the sweat, the screaming or how truly awful his wife looked in labour NO he will remember this beautiful woman who just made him a Dad.

Yet perspectives can also make the ugly seem horrific and the hard seem impossible.

Now I’m not going to try and tell you I have the answers. I wish I did but I am going to share that finally after many years, I am finally learning that sometimes I have to change my perspective.

Change how I view things.

Like right now I am so tired a teething baby has left me exhausted. Night after night of being awake when others sleep. Yes, I’m tired but by changing my view I can see how wonderful it is that in his pain my little one wants me to cuddle.

That he feels safe enough to fall asleep in my arms. My tiredness seems to ease as I remind myself to cherish all these bonding moments.

So to those out there struggling I’m not going to try and convince you that a change in perspective is going to make everything ok, it’s not. It would also be incredibly naive of me to say so.

But I will say this, hold on to the fact that you choose how to look upon life. Even in the hardest of moments wonder can be found.

Believe me, when I lost Olivia I never imagined I could change this perspective. The pain was so incredible how could losing a child ever be viewed positively. Well, it cannot but I can see how the loss of my beautiful girl challenged me to love on others.

To reach out and offer my heart and home to children in need. It didn’t stop the pain but it did challenge my view that I would never laugh again, never love again.

So to those out there right now struggling, may it be with illness, marriage problems, heartache or loss. Hold on; hold on to the fact that right now in the midst of the pain your vision may not allow you to see the full picture.

Just remember the paint isn’t dry yet, you have the tools to change the image. Never let circumstances dictate who you see in the mirror.

You are the artist of your own masterpiece.