So we all have messy houses most of the time, right? We don't need to prove that. But I spent a lot of my life trying to be perfect, so I want to practice being thankful today for the mess.
The mess means I have people. My people to take care of. Energetic, joyful voices filling my home, defining my work and my mission.
The mess definitely means that life is not perfect.
Beauty is important, and my soul craves it. It's essential to look for and notice beauty everyday. But here's the thing - even the mess can be beautiful. You just have to change perspective and get past the fact that there's dried egg on your chin from sticky toddler hands and glitter all over the floor and paint smeared on a freshly cleaned shirt and an entire box of q-tips mysteriously scattered all over the bathroom. Then you look into the eyes of your child or husband or yourself in the mirror and realize life is messy and that's what makes it precious.