Every Friday we unite for five minutes to write on one word. Only five minutes, that's all we get, that's all we have. And then, right where we are, no edits or second-thoughts, we publish those words. This week, we write on mess.
Have you ever felt unraveled?
Like you're coming undone?
Have you ever felt like it's all coming apart at the seam?
Have you ever felt like you were a mess?
A puddle of who you use to be?
when the kids are loud,
the puppy is barking,
the work is piled up,
the house is unbearable to even walk in
the shoes and toys and food and messy carpet have taken over
the laundry and bed making and have tos
the life we created, wanted, hoped for, is all of a sudden crushing and loud and tears and sad faces.
What I want is to take a step back.
To take a look at who I am.
What I am saying to little faces and little voices.
To find my second chance at childhood in their laughter and excitement and messy childhood.
But have you ever felt like your mess spills from what you see on the floor to what you feel in your gut?
And it's just time for you to clean yourself up?
indeed. sometimes attitude is more needful of watching then our living space.