Snivel.

 “Clutter and mess show us that life is being lived...Tidiness makes me think of held breath, of suspended animation... Perfectionism is a mean, frozen form of idealism, while messes are the artist's true friend. What people somehow forgot to mention when we were children was that we need to make messes in order to find out who we are and why we are here.” 

Anne Lamott.


Do you read this?  


Because I love her blog. Love it. And it makes me cry a lot. 

And its been such a messy summer, and all, with the hip. And here I am being all messy, emotionally, again, and all. And I don't know if my mess is all about a deeper gratitude than I know how to have ~(like, my life is pretty great and maybe I feel like I don't deserve it?) or if I just am generally destined to maybe be a slightly cute mess, and taking away something (like running) that was helping me cope with some of my mess and throwing in some other mess (less Nate) and some mess like (big change/kids growing up etc) and whatnot and you just get whats left here on my bed this afternoon......this messy sniveling "oh look how beau beau beau BEAUTIFUL the treeeeeeees are" sort of overwhelmed weirdo person. 

Meanwhile I'm beating myself up over my suckiness at crockpoting and internally freaking out with stress about the insanity of the schedule that starts in 7 days. 

So anyway. After a great workout this morning I decided to emotionally throw up all over the few readers of this blog. Sorry! Have a great labor day weekend. And enjoy Glennon~ she makes me wish (fervently) that I could be just a little more religious. It seems lovely, if one could do it like her, instead of like the religious people.