It’s 4:45 and I’m just now pausing to write this post.
I planned on writing it last night. At 11pm, I realized I completely forgot about writing. Since I didn’t have any ideas in mind, I just let it go. Today, I wasted hours of free time. Enough time to write chapters of a novel.
I posted on my facebook wall, “here’s to not having it all together”.
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I remember a blog post by a well-known pastor, about a fight he had with his wife. He boldly told the story of the fight (without specific details), and that as much as he loved his wife, marriage could be really challenging at times. What stood out to me from reading that post was his willingness to say, in public, that he wasn’t perfect. He didn’t use those words, but he admitted how easy it is to only show others what we want them to see.
I think this is true of humanity. We’re so afraid of what people will think of us, that we hide the ugly parts of ourselves.
We hide our insecurities. We hide our sexual brokenness (scandal, anyone?), our anger issues, and our apathy. We refuse to admit our laziness and our addictions. We hide our opinions out of fear, and conform to standards because we don’t want stand alone.
We do this out of a desperate need to be liked, loved, and known.
Somehow, this actually has the opposite affect (effect?) on society. Hiding our insecurities fuels isolation.
In other words, we isolate ourselves because we think it will bring people closer to us, but we instead become further isolated.
This is why PostSecret is so successful. People want their darkness to be known.
What if.…we practiced boldly admitting when we make mistakes? What if…we practiced telling others when we don’t “have it all together”? How would that change you? How would that change your relationships?
How would hearing YOUR story, help me?
Leave an anonymous comment, about the last time you felt like you didn’t have it all together.
You’re more than welcome to share your name, but I think it would be fun to read “Anonymous” by each comment. If you don’t want to use your email address (I’ll be the only one who can see it), just use mine. Kylajoyful -at- gmail.