I love Elizabeth Gilbert. Her new book, Big Magic, is fabulous. I actually listened to it with Emily at Little Pastiche Art Studio. So many truths about being creative and living in that realm–because it is just a little different. We all know it. Creatives have that reputation.
I am a hot mess a lot of the time. I really need a routine that I can follow. But my life is not a routine. It is far from it. Jeff’s job, my jobs, homeschooling, volunteering, kid/ sports /activities–very little of it is routine. And I mess it up REGULARLY. In spectacular ways. Big fireworks ways. And I take those closest to me along for the explosion. The part of me that wants to over achieve, get it right all the time, be superwoman, best sports/dance mom ever falls short and frustrates me. And I feel guilty. And then I get mad at myself, and others think I am mad at them (well, maybe I am sometimes). Although I am trying not to do that as often. I am trying to clean up some of my mess.
But I am also trying to embrace the glorious mess that I am. It is what makes me, me, after all. I am not going to get it right all the time. I AM a creative. I am human. We are busy and running in all directions. I have dear friends and family who are willing to accept my glorious mess, it is time for me to do so as well.