Messy

This post published earlier and then I wrecked it all up and it disappeared. I am messy in more ways than one. Here it is again, hopefully to stay. Thank you to those of you who have already emailed me, messaged me, and found other ways to comment when it was gone. I apologize to those of you who subscribe and will get this twice now.

I’ve been feeling messy lately. Not just my messy house, though. I feel messy on the inside. Confused, anxious, uninspired. Both kids were napping when hubby got home from work yesterday, which meant we were able to sit together and have a cup of coffee and just talk. No kids asking for a snack or jumping off of the kitchen table. Just us. And I finally had a chance to tell him how I’ve been feeling. It felt good to blurt it out, all the messy thoughts at once. “I can’t stop thinking. Over thinking everything. Sometimes I wish I could just shut my head off for a day and I would be so much happier.” He continued to listen as I told him, “I sometimes feel like I don’t even know what my heart is saying because my head is talking too loud.” Does this all sound a little crazy? It feels a little crazy and I thought hubby might drive me to the nearest mental hospital.

The thing is, I have a hard time seeing how far I’ve come, whether or not I am making progress on me. Where am I going? What are my goals? Should I even have goals? Or should I just be patiently being mom for now. It’s not like fixing up a house so that when it’s all over I have before and after pictures to see what a transformation it has been. I can’t take snapshots of my head and my heart. And it’s easier to come here, to this place and post a picture or 12 of a project. It’s easier because I can keep shoving the random, incoherent thoughts away instead of laying out there who I am. I am more than a house project, more than a frugal find at Goodwill. Those things cover up the mess inside me. But then I am left with the rambling thoughts in my brain that I keep shoving aside. The things that make me me. More than anything on the outside does.

So, I decide that for today, I will just blurt. I will blurt the insecure, crazy parts of me that make me this real person that isn’t always as put together as some may think. The person who can’t get a cup of coffee without cleaning the kitchen sink. The person who can’t put a child to bed without sitting for a few minutes, staring, and wishing and hoping I’ll be a better mother tomorrow. The person who knows how important it is to just be, to engage, to enjoy the little moments as they glide by, but still misses far too many by over thinking. The person who is one big mess.

Shared with Emily at Chatting at the Sky for Tuesdays Unwrapped.

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