I’m going through a season where i’m systematically trying identify the lies I believe, and it seems at this point, that there are a lot of them. I’m fairly certain that I’m not the only one struggling thusly, and so I’m throwing one out there and writing truth over it. Perhaps I’ll do more, maybe not so much. Either way, here we, let’s go with, a Lie that I believe. Mild language alert because some lies are so sticky that the require some choice words to be shaken loose.
Hey there, I have no clue as to where you really are right now.
Your facebook feed may indicate that you have a picture perfect family, regular girls nights out where you wear something sparkly and a marriage that belongs on the silver screen.
That might be really true, or it might be only part of the story, either way, no matter where you are today I want to tell you a lie:
You’re the only one who goes through season where you fall on your ass (repeatedly)
You’re the only one who has madly emotional moments where you’re not sure which end is up and you’re pretty sure you’ll never figure it out again.
You’re the only one who second guesses
every most social interactions on the ride home.
You’re the only one who looses it and heads back to bed some afternoons.
You’re the only one feeling overwhelmed with the day to day.
Everyone else has it mostly together and is enjoying a lovely, fulfilled life and they’re never not the least bit self conscious.
No one else but you falls on their ass.
There. I told you a lie. It may seem like a bunch of them but really? It’s all the same one and that is this: You’re the only mess on the planet.