I just flat-out refuse to do it these days. It’s true.
If there’s one good thing about being in your late forties, it’s this: you finally know who you are and you’re absolutely okay with being just that.
The art you make doesn’t need to look like anyone’s apart from yours.
It’s what’s in you right now, it’s the best you can bring and that’s more than okay.
We need to stop looking around us at what everyone else is making and just get whoever we are down onto that page.
Because when you’re having genuine fun, it shows – however ‘accomplished’ or ‘liked’ the result.
We were watching The Property Brothers earlier (I’m still deciding which one I’d prefer to date – probably Jonathon) and Kitts piped up jokingly:
“Look at that beautiful house, then look around at ours!”
But the homes we live in are just fine. We don’t need to spend more money on them to make them more magazine-worthy.
They’re where our lives happen and – as cheesy as it sounds – the love within those four walls is all that truly matters.
Your life, your work, your everyday – it’s yours alone and it’s good.
It doesn’t need to look like anyone else’s to be just the right fit for you.
Maybe you keep things quiet and routine or maybe you’re partying it up at Disneyland every weekend: both are perfectly good, life-giving options.
We used to sing a song in Sunday School that went,
“I just thank you Father for making me-me.”
He made you you and He made me me. Isn’t that awesome? And He loves us both just the way we are.
He loves that I dance in the supermarket when Britney comes on; He loves my obsession with the jelly-underside of waves. He loves seeing me grin when the post arrives in cute envelopes and how I inhale the cornfield scent of my daughter’s hair every time she’s not looking.
And He loves nothing more than when we stop to notice all the simple blessings around us and choose to fill our hearts with gratitude.
Friends, we really need to stop wishing our beautiful, blessed paths looked more like someone else’s.
Because our path may be the gift of a simple, uneventful life – but it’s ours to walk, and ours alone. And that’s really something.