Tuesday, August 9, 2011
Yesterday's non-essay comforted me.
Writing it, I relaxed. My scrunched shoulders drop.
That old LET GO, LET GOD thing really works.
yes. yes. yes, I thought.
That is really good stuff. I stand by it.
But there's one more thing. You already know this.
It (you, your life, relationships) will still feel messy.
Occasionally tangled, utterly unclear.
There is no magic pill.
Last night I got the big tap on the shoulder -
Pssst, Betsy. You'll never do it perfectly.
So, give yourself a break if ~
you're not the steady-practicing-non-judgemental-trusting-your-path-unflinching-love-in-your-heart person you aspire to be. Or you ate the chips, or stayed up too late, or don't quite know how to build the bridge back to a friend. Or can't get over missing your mother and know you will never have linen closets that touch the sheer order and perfection of hers. Fuggedaboutit.
Screw perfection. It's a distraction to living.
Do your work anyway.
Let go into ease anyway.
Enjoy the mess anyway.
I'll never do it perfectly.
I'm doing it anyway.