Guys, I have a confession to make.
Yep. You heard me right.
I am emotional. This means I could laugh hysterically, I could see red and cuss like a sailor, or I could break down in massive tears at the blink of an eye.
I am messy. I have a huge stack of bills and mail on my counter, I always have a revolving basket of non-folded clothes in my bedroom, and my dogs stink.
I am too nice. I have a hard time saying no. Guilt kills me. At times, doormat is my middle name.
This is me. The good. The bad. The ugly. This is the authentic me.
I’m afraid of failing. Terrified actually. New people, new experiences, new jobs or projects — TERRIFIED!
Confidence? It comes and goes…but goes more than it comes.
This is me.
I love fiercely, but fear greatly.
I am anxious at times, and carefree at other times.
I am a mother, but I am a baby.
I am creative, but I’m un-savvy.
I am funny, but too sensitive.
I work out, but I have cellulite.
I am me. The good, the bad and the ugly.
Lucky for me, I have people, my people, that love me for me. They don’t love a perfect Instagram photo. They don’t love a perfect Pinterest board. They love me. My authentic, imperfect self that struggles and triumphs and screws up and is messy. But, my people see me. They see through the messes. They see the love and light I leave for them under the unfolded clothes or in the stinky-sweet smiles of our happy dogs. They see my heart when I tear up thinking about when they will leave me.
This is me. The good the bad and the ugly.
The authentic me.