I found this quote by Moriah Pearson a few days ago and it struck a chord.
I spend too much time wishing I was "normal" - whatever that means. I've been through a few things and I'm a little messy. I suppose the difference is that I don't pretend to be all neat and tidy, without creases and perfect hospital corners. I honestly prefer an untucked bed myself. If everything is tucked in I kick all the covers loose so I can cocoon in the layers.
I think I'd rather come across as comfortable and approachable, rather than perfect and fragile. Someone to be wrapped up with, with a couple of creases, a lived in life... Yup, loving the metaphor.
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