Flawedless

 

We live in a society that plays on and profits from our self doubt. We are who we are, and we suffer because we imagine we should be different. We imagine we should be a replica of a celebrity, a friend, or a flawless more perfect version of our own reflection. We hold our appearances to a high standard and place our value  and self worth on our outward appearances instead of valuing and nurturing and loving the inward. We pin pictures, save hairstyles, read tips, buy products all for the sake of improvement.

Starve those thoughts. Believe that whatever flaws you think you may have are your own brand, your own version of perfect. Give up being the judge.  It’s not your job.  Because when we give up judgement of ourselves, we give up the fear of being judged by others.  There is nothing wrong with being better or doing better or wanting better.  There is nothing wrong with striving to be the best.

But guess what? You are meant to be a square peg in a round hole. Imperfection is perfection, and is in fact beautiful to the right one. You are meant to not have all the answers; but you are destined for greatness, regardless.  Believe in you. Just. As. You. Are. And that’s when you, yes you, become rich in the things that really matter.  You are good enough. You are strong enough. You are smart enough.  Girl, you are flawedless. You’re meant to be. Go out and own that shit.

 

Happy Trails~

 

Heather

It Matters

 

These last few weeks in our country have been rough, raw, emotional, and painful. In these times, I find it hard to find ground that is inspirational and peaceful; I find it difficult to spread words of love without at first having an angry, knee-jerk reaction to the news that is poured out over televisions and social media platforms. Never have I felt our country is more at a loss for direction than now.  I am not so naive as to think that my words will change anything.  I am not educated by society’s standards, I don’t have a degree stating in fact that I am qualified to discuss such matters, but I still have the ability to think for myself.  So, as you read further, please know that it is not my intention to force my thoughts and opinions on anyone; I don’t have a soapbox agenda. We are all entitled to our own ideas, and we will not agree on all subjects political, religious, or social, but I believe that we can all agree that we all matter, all of our lives. Every single one. And so do our every day actions.

I am frustrated with our country; angry that the most privileged of countries cannot see to do better than what we are. The news stories we see are more unfathomable each day.  The value of our lives becomes less with each passing minute. We blame the other and lack accountability for our own actions. We stand in line to fill out welfare applications instead of job applications, and can’t find the time to get our hands dirty to work. Drugs are rampant, theft is higher than ever, and our government sees fit to force gun control on law-abiding gun owners, ethical hunters and outdoors men, until they no longer have a voice.  Terrorism is at an all time high, yet we knowingly fly martyrs and sympathizers of them into our country by the plane full and offer refuge.

Our children are being medicated and given devices to entertain themselves, while obesity is the norm.  We stick our nose in the business of others all under the guise of “doing what is right.”  We no longer divide and conquer and help and serve. We serve ourselves. God has been removed from anything and everything that matters, and we complain. We complain about everything, and act entitled. Animal lives are valued more than humans’. Any sort of tolerance and common sense is ridiculed and otherwise mocked and the pendulum of blame just keeps swinging.  Everyone wants, but nobody wants to work for it. Those that do are taxed to death, medical needs leave us bankrupt, and our country is trillions of dollars in debt, yet we spend it like we just won the lottery.  Our government, our country as a whole, is in dire need of an overhaul of mega proportions.

So don’t tell me one life matters more than another. Your life matters. Mine matters. Hers. His. Blue. Black. White. Common sense matters. Prayer matters. Kindness matters. Unity matters. God matters. Love matters.  Patience and strength matter. Life… It all matters.  Do something with it. Live it. Love it. Own it.  Be the change you wish this world to see. Because more than anything, our actions matter.  Start somewhere. It matters.

Do work. Do Good.

Love,

Heather

For Crap’s Sake…

It’s been one of those weeks for me…the kind I feel I only have five seconds to reflect and pray on in the few minutes I’m hoping to have an uniterrupted moment while hiding out in the bathroom. But that’s not allowed by Sage, my over anxious border collie. {I have no idea why she’s so anxious?!} And then the ridiculousness of my thought dawns on me: “You’re in the bathroom, Heather, actually on the toilet. That ain’t no place to be praying to God about your crappy week. Rude.Unthoughtful. Sacrilegious.” And then the downward spiral of more unending thoughts and worries and wonders start all over. Like a never-ending journey. And I feel like a real jerk for praying…in a bathroom.

Yeah, it’s been that sort of week. The kind of week prone to mood swings and outbursts and smiles through tears and cuss words of every degree. Everything from Facebook posts to dirty dishes to dog hair and a low bank account have managed to nearly put me over the edge. I’d like to chalk it up to hormones, but sometimes you are just plain, old out of whack.

I forget that in all my stressing about work and family and choices, my pining for the past and worrying about the future, that I’ve created this. This unnecessary mood; the dumb funk I’ve found myself in. I’m selfish.  I’ve forgotten to be grateful; I’ve forgotten to focus on what really matters. And while sitting on the crapper, my dog bores her eyes into my {momentarily} heartless soul, and I smile. Because even though life may feel like the shits at times, I can still choose to flush it.  And I know that sacrilegious or not, a prayer to God in this solitude moment, a moment that only I’m privy to {pun intended} is all I need to realize life is good if I let it be.

For crap’s sake, yours is too.  ❤