It's All Messy
“It’s all messy: the hair, the bed, the words, the heart. Life.”
Mess is something I rarely embrace. I'm usually cleaning up before it's dirty (washing dishes are the exception). One of the things I like about blogging is it appears everything is in order and that I have my life figured out, a direct opposite of how I truly feel as I navigate chaotic waters, the endless uncertainty from one wave to the next.
But messy is what we can all connect on. Because life is a mess.
I think the one's who embrace this are the one's living fully, soaking up one moment to the next with little desire to control the outcome. The feeling of control is just a safety net anyways, isn't it?
The hair rarely goes to plan, all tangles & wildness.
The bed, well, I like what a messy bed is the result of.
The words, always trying to find the right one's.
The heart, by nature is a ball of emotions being set free.
And Life, when you think about it, would you want it any other way?
