{ offerings. }

some days i feel i have nothing to offer anyone. i am boring. there is nothing special about me. i am not neat. or creative. or gifted. or intelligent. i see so many people and things that are so wonderful and beautiful all the time and everywhere i turn with love in me. and then i think about myself and the lack-lack-lacking. it's a weird day. i am still grateful. but something's gotta give and i want to be front row center. get these thoughts out of my head space.