Today's FB post cuts right to the heart of the matter. No one has it all together. We are all a little fucked up, living this crazy, little thing called life. And yet to look at our FB pictures and posts you would think we are all so blissfully happy. And for THAT snippet of time, we are.
And then "real life" happens and every now and then we fall apart. I used to be amazed at how well some women parented. Then I would find out that they too lost their shit on their kids and I wasn't alone. I would be envious of vacations people took and find out they were in deep debt. I would be jealous of other relationships and discover no one in the house was talking to each other. The list is endless on how many of us fake it. I have a friend, who years ago, referred to her nuclear family as "a farce of a family." We laughed, and yet, it is really all too common that SO many families are just barely hanging on. It looks great on the outside but if we were in fact, all living in glass houses, we would want them to look like TGHR - stained glass. Beautiful on the outside but not quite clear enough to see all the way in.
Jenny Lawson, AKA The Bloggess wrote a post yesterday about wishes. It is short. The responses to it are anything but. More than 1,300 responses were tallied when I looked through them. It appears as if all of us, in various states of fragile humanness, have a lot of wishes. Many of us wish to have our deepest insecurities not be a part of who we are. But isn't that exactly what makes us who we are? Such a Catch-22.
So, the next time I am feeling inadequate or unworthy or not 100% I will think about the people I know, love and respect, who, I like to think have their act together and I will wonder, "Hmmmm, what would THEY wish for?" Because I like knowing that every now and then we all fall apart. It makes this journey interesting.
We're living in a powder keg and giving off sparks