Have you ever stopped to think how other people view your life? Not in some “I don’t care what people think of me” attitude. I’m talking about things like your house, your clothes, your kids…that kind of thing. I walked into someone’s house the other day and began to wonder how people view me and my house. Do they feel peace or chaos when they walk in the door? Do they think it’s as cluttered as I feel it is? Are they as in love with my bookshelf as I am? Does my house “go” together or does it feel like some stuff purchased at a garage sale and thrown together? I then started thinking about how my kids are, my appearance, my lifestyle and such. It always cracks me up when someone meets Chandlur then the other kids at a later time. They are always surprised at how calm the others. I guess they expect all my kids to be exuberant (good choice of words huh?) as he. I periodically look at my life to see if I’m the elusive Debbie Downer. People who are constantly negative and complaining drive me nuts (sometimes that person is myself). It’s not that I care how people view me to a certain extent (I always want to put my best foot forward of course), merely curiosity. I always enjoy getting into people’s head and viewing life through their eyes. I think it also can be good to view your life as an impartial third party. There can be great perspective. I guess that’s what therapists are for. It sure is a lot cheaper if you can do it for yourself:)