message in the mess monday
I am never going to be put together.
There. I said it.
That was kind of liberating.
I am never going to have the magazine house. I am never going to have the hair that lays where it is supposed to. I am ALWAYS going to be clumsy, goofy, hungry, a little sad, excessively chatty, scatter brained, salty with my mouth,and well, a mess.
I used to feel like that made me broken, but now I realize that makes me. I am a collection of my quirks. I am a collection of my fears and my flaws. And that is ok.
Over the last few months, when I have been open and transparent about my mess, my fears, my "crazy", do you want to know what has happened? I have found out that other people feel the same. I'm not the only one! Other people are made up of a mess of their own. Most people I talk to have similar thoughts running through their heads.
Someone said to me the other day "I can't talk to you about this because you just have it all together." I almost fell on the floor laughing. I said "I knew I was an actress, but I had no idea I was that good!"
Why do we do this?? Why do we pretend??
Here's what I think. Ready? Let's QUIT PRETENDING with each other. Ladies, you know I'm talking to you. Let's quit judging ourselves against someone else's "having it together". No one has it together.
Say it with me. No one. Has it. Together.
So my hair doesn't lay right. That's boring anyway. I will let it do what it wants. (I promise it WANTS to be pink)
So my house is perpetually cluttered. It's ok. My kids are happy and healthy and they live in a house of love, not a showroom.
So I'm scatter brained. I got myself a planner, a Google calendar, and I am honest with people and ask for accountability.It gives my organized friends a chance to love me well.
There is something beautiful about each of our messes. I am working on finding mine....what about you?
peace, love, and messy hair,