Counting my blessings..

This post probably won't even make it onto my blog, I think it is just going to be more of a purging of thoughts than anything else. But I just can't help but feel somewhat guilty. Guilty for not being thankful for every day. Thankful for waking up healthy and happy and safe. You may have guessed that it is the recent tragic events in Tunisia that has sparked this post and in that you would be correct. I just feel as though no matter what we are going through, we really do need to live every day as if it were our last. It sounds so cliche to write but there's no other way to say it.

Those poor innocent people on that beach, probably some whom had saved up their hard earned money to go on that holiday, been excited for it for months, had pictures ready to post when they got back, suddenly gone. Taken away from us for no apparent reason. It just makes me so sad but also I feel as though I need to be thankful for my own life. Anything could happen to us today, tomorrow or next week. We don't know and chances are we will only find out when it is happening. So this post is probably more of a promise to myself, to be thankful and to be grateful for every day that I, my mum and the rest of my family wake up every day. We need to cherish our time with each other. Take photos, go for walks, pick up the phone and say I love you. We don't know what is around the corner so we need to live life to the fullest, go after what we want and most of all, be happy.

My thoughts are with the family of fellow bloggers Carly and Frances whom we have lost this past week, and the rest of the families whom are grieving from such tragic losses in Tunisia.

Thanks for reading x