Tell me about how you used to think your two year-old would never sleep through the night. Assure me that I’ll get some sleep someday in long chunks of time as fat as a Twilight movie.
Help me to know that these heartbreaking fights I have with my teenager are normal, and necessary. When you tell me that, I feel like less of a failure.
You’ve worried about disagreements with your partner that seem to have no compromise, too? Tell me about that. It seems like everyone on Facebook is so in love, and are also soul mates, which is wonderful news for them, and sadly hard and overwhelming for everyone else. I want to hear about your struggles, because I actually thought you were one of those Facebook people.
I want to know the things that people don’t talk about above a sheepish whisper.
I want the 2 am digging into a gallon of chocolate chip with two spoons kitchen talk.
I crave your eyes filled with tears, that instantly cause my eyes to fill with tears….because then I know your words come from the very deepest parts of your soul.
Please don’t give me the story you give every other person who really doesn’t want to hear anything other than….I’m fine! We are fine! All of us are so busy and SO FINE!! because I’m not that person, and I just can’t handle anymore of that in my life.
I don’t have that kind of time. And I’m painfully aware of it.
I’m what you might call a serious earth schooler, devouring every piece of information that exists on living and dying well. I don’t remember how I got here, but I feel that I ended up in this place for a very important purpose. Now, I’m not going to change the political world, or end up the CEO of a huge company, or anything like that. I’m far too laid back
love Netflix in an unhealthy way and not nearly interested enough in Math or exact facts. But I feel compelled to live a joyful life, free of worry and full of heart-rich moments that fill my whole body with a buzz so violent, it can be felt 10 miles away. I believe this kind of life can be lived, where one really can’t wear anything but waterproof mascara, due to the excessive amount of grateful tears leaking out of one’s eyes like bad plumbing.
People like Glennon Doyle Melton, Brene Brown, and Elizabeth Gilbert are my very favorite authors because they believe that our real power lies in our shared stories of shame, failure, and vulnerability.
Someone once asked G, “why do you cry so much?” Her response:
“Same reason I laugh so much. Cause I’m paying attention.”
Give me kitchen after the holidays messy. Level with me. Be vulnerable with snot running down your face. Help me to live my life and illustrate to me that I’m not an alien and so very alone in my thoughts. I feel insane levels of courage when I know I’m surrounded by others who have decided to tell the truth even though it may not have had a storybook ending or fit into an inspiring Facebook post or Tweet. I want to talk to you about what your strategy is, the same way two coaches have a meeting over beers about all that they are going to accomplish this season. I want to hear about the amazing book or soul-filled concert that changed the way you think about everything.
I will get downright AMEN!!!and ALLELUIA!!! about the time you found God/Angels/Universe conspiring in your favor, when two seconds before you thought all was lost. And I’ll tell you about mine.
I am hungry for authentic earth school classmates who came here for the beautiful challenges of living a mysterious and unpredictable life. And nothing else will do.