It’s funny that we get scared about what others might think of us. I mean, I know we’re created as social beings. We are human and humans were created that way. But humans are fallible and flawed. Somewhere along the way we started pretending we’re better than that. Better than human. How’s that going for us?
Regardless of how desperately we hope the world sees us in perfection and glory, we each know at the end of the day we fall short in some way or another. If we are gauging our worthiness on nonsensical standards, we suffer. Suffer greatly. Most of us will never be ready for our magazine close up, Mr. DeMille.
The way it works is magazines are not alive. They are inert objects created for admiration. They are static and lifeless. They are surreal.
Last night as we cleaned the kitchen, I looked at it and realized for what must have been the millionth time, that we are not “magazine ready” at the Young Family Ranch & Zombie Apocalypse Retreat. There are apples for smoothies and papers belonging to who knows whom and lemons a few days past their prime. And it isn’t pretty but it is real. While I most certainly could spend some time perfecting it, I have other fish to fry. Not literally. That would add smelly to my unsightly.
My kitchen, in its imperfection and flaws, is a living monument to the life that I love so much. Why would I regret it?
Which brings me to the coveted magazine ready life we silly humans so desperately desire, so passionately yearn for and so woefully lament as we realize day in and day out that more often than not, we usually don’t meet the bar. Too high. Too lifeless.
What others might think of us is none of our business, so let’s turn on the lights in our lives. No more dark rooms. Let us illuminate who we are and how we live and join hands with the other brave souls who pat us on the back and welcome us to a beautiful land of imperfection and authenticity.
The truth is, those who would think less of us for imperfect kitchen counters, we wouldn’t want to hang out with them anyway.
There are closets each of us live in. Facades we put on for the sake of propriety and whether or not we want to admit it, they each exact a cost on us. There is always a price to be paid and almost without exception, it’s an expensive one.
Me, I want you to like me and think well of me to boot. But at this point in my life I find it far too fulfilling to simply be an imperfect me. I’m good at being me and trying to be you or even the idea you have of me, just wears me out, makes me sad, darkens the room day by day.
Let’s you and I start a revolution. Let’s turn on the lights, come out of our closets, hug one another, imperfections and all and have a whole lot more fun than we ever could before.
Like, share, comment, tweet and power up, baby. It’s gonna be a beautiful day.