megs creatives

i always point out to my husband that without fail, every single time we have a party at our house with our group of friends/aka our second family, something a l w a y s breaks.

…and i mean every time.

whether it is an adult, a child, a cat or ME, something breaks. and of course none of us ever intentionally break our stuff. it is always purely accidental and all due to the capacity of our friend group added to the capacity that our home of four can handle.

but as i sat there on the floor, looking at this broken flower pot, i realized something.

this broken flower pot is just as beautiful as…


– the birds that were singing along to the soft melody i had playing on my phone

– the graceful sound the rain made as it fell upon the leaves

– both of our cats, sitting with me through the screen door

– our girls playing and laughing t o g e t h e r upstairs

– the chills that ran through my core as the crisp air reminded my body we had stepped into winter


just. as. beautiful.

i continue unlearning the immediate reactions to the things that may be off the self wanted or foreseen path, learning that those instant reactions usually cause – me – more pain than anything else.

this flower pot could have either brought frustration as i sat on the porch, taking a moment for myself before another very busy day unravels. one where i was uncertain when i would really get the chance to breathe. which tends to send my introverted, empathetic self into overload.

-or-

i could look at this flower pot and c h o o s e to see the beauty in it. to see the significance of what it can truly mean if i challenge myself to search.

for me, it means we had some of our favorite people at our house, joining together to show each other how much we care about one another.

to give, smile, laugh, cook and be merry t o g e t h e r. because we are all here and all made it through a year that brought us all different challenges. some of us barely making it through but finding ourselves on the other side, partly because we had each other through it.

for me, this broken flower pot signifies the beautiful, long lasting family we have and the joy we all bring each other when we are all able to come together.

(not to mention, they always do their very best to clean up as much as possible afterwards)

my point is, friends, we have the choice every. single. day. on how we are going to react with our surroundings that are delicately placed in front of us.

we have the choice to shift our prospective at a n y moment and choose to find the beauty in whatever those delicacies may be. it can truly change your life and make it that much more beautiful.