Being human is a complex, multi-layered, ebbing & flowing mess of an experience. We spend so much time avoiding the mess, trying to hide the mess, fixing the mess, running from the mess, feeling guilty for the mess, feeling less than for the mess, beating ourselves up for the mess, staying quiet about the mess... you get the point.
What if being human means sometimes being messy? What if our humanity includes our messiness? What if we are lovable even when shit is messy? What if our messiness isn't something to feel ashamed for but is instead something to embrace and befriend?
In case you need it: this is your permission slip to be a mess, because guess what? We all are. Even @brenebrown. Even @beyonce. Even (insert your person-on-a-pedestal here). It's a part of being human. I don't want to tell you what to do but here's an invitation: Embrace the mess. Allow the mess. Own the mess. Spend less time trying to clean it up and more time accepting it as part of being alive.
I'm no expert on you, but I believe your messiness is okay. Being in the middle of it is okay. *You* are okay. There is so much more to you than your mess, but your mess is accepted here.
Happy Wednesday, sweet friends. ❤️ ...