And then – just like that – there are the days I don’t struggle with me at all… Because I remember that we are all flawed. Because I know we are all struggling in some way to find acceptance. Love. Hope. Joy.
Nothing is harder or easier for any of us. It just is.
We put on our faces, go to work, go to school, pick up the kids, make the dinner, do the dishes…
Some days we just fall apart inside while the outside looks perfect.
Some days the outside fights back against the internal dialogue that is striving for perfection.
Have a massive breakout. Trip and skin your knees raw and ugly. Wear yourself down so far that your body begins to collapse, keeping you from the ability to hide how hard life is behind a plastic smile.
But real is beautiful. Because it’s real.
You are beautiful… in all your mess and disaster.
Today, I do.
I don’t have to go in to work today. Good thing.
I slept fitfully. I woke up at 5:30am. Then went back to sleep. It’s nearly 11 and I’m still in flannel pajama pants with polar bears on them. I haven’t even brushed my teeth. I’m on my second cup of coffee. I’ve already wasted an hour on Facebook. I’ve done nothing of value today. Wait. I fed the dogs because otherwise they wouldn’t have left me alone. There is a list of things that need doing as long as my arm. Literally. I have half finished projects everywhere. There is a large pile of painting supplies (and other various home improvement tools) in my kitchen. It’s been there a month. I have things I should be doing from home for work. But I will work about 25 hours in two days this weekend, so I’m avoiding anything to do with it…
And I need a shower.
But this is life. I’m breathing.
Are you breathing?
That is enough.
Take another deep breath.
Show me your real face… the one that’s afraid.
Let’s be real with each other, my friend.
I don’t expect you to embody perfection.
Just breathe. Just let yourself be. Just be.