Every little hero
In the last couple of days, I've noticed a trend in my Facebook feed. And it's one that I'm rather enjoying, although I find a little intimidating. It's a trend of people airing their messy laundry. But not a bad way. I think we all get caught up sometimes in trying to make our lives look a little cleaner than they are. Like, if we somehow convince the world that our lives are not messy, the mess will cease to exist. I've given myself so much unnecessary stress over the past year, trying to make my life perfect. Comparison is a thief of joy, and my joy has been limited. Seeing some of the things that my friends are saying lately has reminded me that I need to take greater joy in the things that are a little bit messy. And the fact that sometimes I don't get a shower every day, or that, for the first time in my life, I'm feeling the stress and pressure and embarrassment of debt, and hey, my four-year-old kind of runs the house, which by the way, looks like