One dimensional?

"One thing that never ceases to amaze me, along with the growth of vegetation from the earth and of hair from the head, is the growth of understanding." -  Alice Walker

The thing I love about blogging (so far) is that it gives an opportunity to evolve and grow in whatever way I choose.  This posting did not start off as a submission for my Alphabet, but there we go... here's 'e.'  (I find myself quite tickled about how things just happen... er... evolve even?  )

Through this little personal project, I've had to make a conscious decision to be grateful and to recognise the things I am grateful for... and I did stop writing for a bit, not only because I went travelling, but because I wasn't inspired.  That's not to say that there was nothing I was grateful for, but I suppose I was looking for those 'a-ha' moments... the round-about or clever ways to make my gratitude fit within the alphabet framework I gave myself.  I lost sight of the simple things that inspired me in the first place. 

The title of this comic is "Simple Pleasures." I love it. 

(Warning: There are some offensive words on the website this comic came from.) 

I feel as though I started this with one end point in mind, but through reading other fantastic blogs (mostly linked off of Faiza's blog - definitely a happy place and worth looking at) and then trolling through other blogs I've stumbled upon,  I have rediscovered my wide range of interests.  Then I was left with a bit of a conundrum - when there were other bits that I found interesting or inspiring, I didn't feel as though I could write about it here since it didn't fit in my 'Alphabet of Gratitude' theme.  I started feeling a bit one-dimensional.

It has just occurred to me - I am the one imposing these limits upon myself - no one else.  (Yes, this realisation extends well beyond blogging.)  Whew.  A bit eye-opening, no?

So, my blog is evolving along with me... and I am evolving thanks to my blog.  I will no longer be writing dedicated alphabet posts.  I will not try to fit any self-imposed mold.  If what I choose to write about fits within the alphabet, it will be wirtten about... if not, I will allow myself to be free and do what makes me soul happy. 

I'm still going to try to find something for each letter of the alphabet, but I will not be limited by my own expectations. 

I don't know about you, but I think that this evolution and realisation is definetly something to be grateful for.