When I saw today that I should post about glitter, I’ll admit I laughed. I despise glitter and yet I can’t seem to get rid of it. It is in the washer, dryer and all over various pieces of clothing. I consider one of my major accomplishments that I managed to talk one of my girls out of glittery shoes and instead get the light up ones.
I also thought that maybe I should write about the glittery tears when I realized this morning that I gained most of the weight I had worked so hard to lose back just by skipping a meal and being so darn hungry. That just seems to “poor me” and doesn’t really reflect how I am and how I try to be.
I think for me the best way to look at glitter is to avoid it. Glitter tries to blind us to what is really there, whether it be shoddy workman ship, or the better person doesn’t immediately appear to be the better person.