I’ve had a gnawing feeling lately; a stirring in my heart telling me to share. For so long, I’ve thought, There are too many voices competing online and in the world. I love to write; I love to tell stories; I love to reflect and learn and grow and share through the written word. But could I have something important enough to say to join in the global conversation?
Because the more time I spend online, the more I sense a great divide between the “me” and the “them.” I’m hyper aware of just how many people around me seem to have it all together; people who are achieving goals, making memories, and living quite literally a “picture perfect” life. It seems, so often, that everyone but me has it all figured out.
What do I, a twenty-something single woman looking down the barrel of moving back in with her parents to get out of debt, have to contribute to this universal conversation about how to be successful in the world?
As it turns out, everything.
Because the thing is, dozens of honest conversations with friends, coworkers, and family members have revealed to me that I’m not the only person who feels unsettled or imperfect. But that voice . . . the one that says, I’m not being ironic; I really did wake up like this, with no make-up and a choice between showering or eating breakfast . . . that voice is shutting up at the risk of looking like a failure. Or a loser. Or anything less than #gramworthy.
So here I am. Ready to share the lessons I’m learning in a totally authentic, honest way. I’ll throw in some cleaning tips–which I know I’m good at–and the rest of this blog will be about myself stumbling towards grace. (It’s a little ironic that my journey towards grace is anything but graceful.)
Thanks so being a part of the conversation. I hope to hear from you, and I can’t wait to share with you.