When it's okay to not be okay
I know I have.
I've hit that bare brick wall where I feel like I'm the only one with a mess on my hands. Where my mess feels bigger than life, where it threatens to suffocate me and I think to myself, if people only knew...
The only way I know to combat this is to be real and to hope you'll be as well. I'm a mess. And I presume, dear Watson, that you might be too.Maybe if we all take off our vintage colored instagram masks together, we'd find deep camaraderie, safety, and inspiration as we tell it like it really is.
Messy. Real. Beautiful.