Embrace The Glorious Mess That You Are
I admit that most of the time I have no idea what the hell I'm doing.
And I'm ok with that as long as it comes from the place of love.
I complain I have nothing to wear when all I really want is to spend a day in my yoga pants.
So I do, a whole day.
I (try to) ignore the paint splashing everywhere when my daughter grabs a paintbrush.
For I know she's creating a masterpiece.
Often I feel broken, sad and overwhelmed by things that don't matter.
But I'm whole and stronger than ever before.
I wonder if my life is boring staying at home on Saturday night.
Not trying to be everywhere, everywhen, everyone.
I love boring and messy...
If it means being comfortable with who you are and living your life outside of people's expectations.