Making a mess is not the issue. I’m not going to live my life with the fragility of wishing to not make a mess. To me that’s not living nor is it loving myself. It’s the clean up and being self responsible that makes a difference for me.
I’d rather be uncomfortable and clean things up than be right to substantiate my fears of making a mess.
Sticking to being right in the face of recognizing when I have indeed made a mess and there is something for me to own, will actually gratify my fear and solidify my fears of messing up or making messes. In that I will restrict my life and action rather than choosing courage to live and experience life itself!
I’m hear to mess up.
And I’m here to get uncomfortably responsible and clean up the messes I make. To me this is the very essence of being alive and learning. Cleaning up to me is self care and freedom. The mess is sacred and how I unravel the human threads ‘to’ God connect. The clean up is sacred as it is how I remember the Divinity of humility.