I walked by the mirror in my bathroom and almost audibly shrieked (but I didn’t because it was 5:05am). I had been too tired the night before to blow-dry my hair after washing it the night before, and the results were … Ursula-like (think the villain in the Little Mermaid movie).
I knew a straightening iron would be the most important tool of the day to come!
Messy hair makes me laugh. Well, of course it does, but I laugh because it reminds me of what my insides are like.
I think that most of us do well at cleaning ourselves up, and presenting ourselves to the world as put-together, calm, cool and collected.
I also think that, much of the time, we are a little messy on the insides.
Outwardly, we walk with grace, while stumbling through our days full of stress, worry, anxiety and regrets.
Outwardly, we sit, regally, while inwardly sitting in the remnants of the refuse that has been heaped into our lives, by others or by our own choices.
Outwardly, we smile broadly, while the tears of loneliness, failure and sorrow are held in the ducts of our eyes until we reach our vehicle, our pillow, our shower where they will flow like a waterfall with no end.
And so messy hair makes me laugh. Dust that covers my house makes me laugh. Sticky floors make me laugh. Laundry piles makes me laugh. Words tumbling out of order or words that fail to come when we just can’t think of that one word, make me laugh. They make me laugh because they are real. They are out there for all the world to see.
They are obvious, and messy and real.
The great thing about the messes in our lives is that, once they are obvious to all who can see them, hear them, experience them, they can be dealt with, cleaned up.
Life is messy, on our insides as well as on the outside.
Don’t be afraid to let your mess show to someone … they might even pitch in and help clean it up.
Either you, or someone in your life has just finished, just started, about to start or is in the midst of exam season.
For some the risk of the exam is minimal (other than the physical and emotional stress received simply from having to write it).
having homemade by Costco.’
warming oven, cranked the heat on our roasting beast, and went to our son’s football game.
Have you ever felt like ‘anxious’ is the most sincere response you could give to the common question, “how are you today?” I would bet my last dollar (which is the bank’s dollar anyway) that your response to that question was not an honest “anxious” but instead the typical response, “fine” with a sugar-coated smile to complete your fakery. I know this because I have done it too, and I think we all have. It is so very difficult to be honest about the things that we worry and fret about.
itsawonderfilledlife 