It’s okay to love all versions of yourself, even if you can see her flaws and her brokenness. Even if you can see exactly where she got it wrong.
Things are harder than they should be because people are messy and this is all complicated. We crash into each other and there is conflict or synergy and it’s impossible to know which you’ll find until you’ve already collided.
When I take a hard look at my own expectations, I realize that a lot of them are based on comparison. Specifically, comparison to people who are not me. When other people say things about their lack of productivity, my reaction would be “You are writing. You don’t have to follow anybody else’s timeline.” I would remind them of everything else they are doing. Why can I not accept that advice in the context of my own journey?
A funny thing happens when I start to write about the things that are in my head. Articulating irrational things makes them seem, well, irrational. Irrational things don’t hold up to the clarity of text.
It feels good to create. It feels good to make things, and I know myself well enough not to force a schedule or a word count. I wilt in the confines of a schedule. Every now and then I take an inventory of what’s rattling around in my head.
Last month, I decided to try it. I started making some videos. And holy cow. It was nothing like starting a new Instagram brand, a new Facebook page, or a new Twitter account. Here are the things that surprised me a bit about authors on TikTok.
The core of what makes a person who they are—faith, family, purpose—have all been on the table. And it’s hard. It’s really uncomfortable to start asking questions that shake everything you understand about why you believe and act and love the way you do.
Real life. You always have to take like 35 pictures to get the shot when there are littles involved. 🤷🏼♀️ I don’t mind fake holidays if they give me a chance to celebrate things that deserve to be celebrated. But let’s be honest, it isn’t like you ever get to not be a mom. Rest…