I can't seem to shake that I was recently invited to a dinner party with 20 women I had barely met and yearn to spend more time with these women. That I felt closer to these women in this 90 minute convo than I am feeling with women I have really tried to get to know.
After weeks and weeks of turning this over in my head, the only thing that I can come up with is this: we immediately were invited to come as we are. The bonding from this party came from letting one another be seen. Individually we were connected to the host because in some way, shape, or form our experience made us feel special and seen. Something so rare in today's world, where we are all starving for connection and still hiding. Still not seeing one another. Still crouching behind our own insecurities to really open our eyes and see each other. Give love.
This is where I have been messing up.
You see life is beautiful and messy and tragic and wonderful. And I am only showing you the beautiful.
We are taught to be on our best behavior when we go someplace new or meet someone new. But in today's world, we think we know one another because we see the highlights online. I am not telling you to stop posting your highlights, because I actually think they are beautiful. They are our modern scrapbooks. But what I am asking is that we don't expect to know one another because we saw the back to school photos or how many times you went to the gym.
Do you get where I am coming from? We have to see the messy. We have to be safe enough to share the tragic. We have to be ok with being vulnerable. We have to share the tears that come from angst and uncontrollable laughter that only come with real connection and abandon. In this world of busy and distracted, we don't give each other the space to be seen, be heard, be loved. To come as you are. To be the beautiful mix of it all. We come on our best behavior. Because we watch everyone on their best behavior. And we are too distracted by our phones buzzing or our own insecurities or someone else screaming for our attention to see one another.
What do you say? Are you willing to be ok with being a mess? Not just messy hair. But also not having it all together on the inside. And equally knowing that we come with so many gifts and lessons and resolved beauty.
I think it's cool that in this great big world we have somehow connected.
I write about the things on my heart. And maybe they are the things on your heart too.
Motherhood. Getting out of our own way. Becoming More.
For you. For her. For him. For those that matter.
Maybe this is a space of inspiration. And I truly hope it can be for you.
But I am going to ask a big favor. I am going to ask that you share the things that touch you. Because what I know for sure and express through my words is that we are not alone in our thoughts, our pain, our struggle, and our joy. And when you decide to share the message that is meaningful for you, you expand our sisterhood. You decrease our shame. You light the path.
I'm a messy hair lovin' - soulful book junkie - mompreneur who's totally addicted to helping women design a life they lovI'm here, simply, to share my truth so that it inspires you to live yours! To be your boldest, most authentic self, to find your tribe that supports your soul, and to go after success in every area of your life. e.