That title was long and definitely a run-on sentence, but that was on purpose.

A few mornings ago, I was passing a lot of the same people I pass on the beach every morning as I walk, and I was thinking about how we all have the same routine. We smile and say hi, hello, or good morning. The only thing we know about each other is that we both walk the same stretch of beach in the morning at the same time.

But that’s not the only thing we have in common, I’m sure of it.

Some of them are women my age, some are younger, some are older. Some are men, again some younger and some older. But we’re all humans. And I sincerely believe, that us humans are in constant search and need, even if we don’t realize it, of being able to see and hear other people’s humanity… so we can know that we are not the only human being on earth who feels like the only human being on earth who feels a certain way.

The problem is, that we’re all too afraid to show our humanity.

We only want to show the good stuff, the stuff that makes it appear as if we have it all together, and our life is shiny and bright. We keep the dusty, scratchy not so pretty things to ourselves, and I think this is because we often feel like we’re the only one carrying around such imperfect things.

And when everyone hides their “junk”, it allows us to further convince ourselves of this.

So, with that said, I am going to share with you a few brutally honest truths about myself, that are uncomfortable for me to share.

(Heck, they’re even uncomfortable for me to acknowledge to myself), but they are human and true and real. I can’t say “this is what is wrong with the world” and then also keep my stuff to myself, right?

I just really, truly believe that if we all shared more of our real, raw human life stuff, we would all give ourselves more permission, we would all feel less alone in this insane life, and life, overall, would be more magical with a mix or shiny and rusty things.

Gotta practice what you preach. So here goes:

  1. My little work-from-home laptop business billed over $120k this past year, and I accomplished that while also doing all the duties of a stay-at-home mom, no house cleaner, no “help”, volunteering at school, etc etc. Yet I still feel like a failure all the time. ​More on that in this IG reel I posted a while back.​
  2. I don’t even want to be so busy all the time, but if I don’t stay busy, my mind goes to places I would rather it not. Those are the places where my guilt, shame, anger, and *insert all the other emotions* have been neatly packed away since my mom took her life 7 years ago.
  3. I have always been self-conscious about certain parts of my body – especially my butt, hips, and knees. Yep. You read that right, my knees.

Now if you read all that you’re probably thinking, “Wow, this girl needs therapy.” And yes, she does. But also, these are fleeting emotions and thankfully, thankfully my logical side fights against these thoughts and says in response:

  1. Stop it. You are a rockstar.
  2. Look at your family. They clearly could not live without you. They’d all be starving, naked, and sad. How did they ever get so lucky?
  3. This body was made to carry my complicated yet ever-so-delightful soul around, create human beings, and allow me to move and enjoy life. Not to impress other people. Most people are photoshopped or otherwise-edited these days (not hating just stating), so we’re all just competing to have a better face or body than the next person, and then we die and our body rots, so there’s that.

So, what is one of your brutally honest truths? Leave it in the comments. Let’s get busy making the world more like an artsy fun thrift store, and less like Rodeo Drive.

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