I’d like to invite you this month on a rather intimate journey.
Thoughts from a thin girl is what I’m calling it.
With the blank page as my canvas and my jumbled words as the colorful, swirling paints, I want to bring you along in my process of creating.
It’s going to be a process, because I’m not sure where this is all headed (a book, 31 blog posts, random thoughts). I have a general idea of what the end result might be but as any artist will tell you, it’s not the focus.
I’m giving myself permission to make a mess. I’m letting the words mix and bleed together with freedom. And more importantly, I’m asking you to join me.
All the while, I know some of you will be standing over my shoulder with arms folded and wide eyes, following my every brushstroke, critiquing my work, and wondering about the state of my heart- is she okay?
But can I ask you a rather important favor?
If you’d like to join me this month my only request is this- that we walk together in our shared humanity.
Can we choose to see ourselves in one another? Can we admit together that each and every person on this planet, starting with ourselves, has tender wounds, big questions, real fears, constant struggles, and soft hearts?
No one, and I repeat, no one, is even near perfect.
Now there are some, I used to be one of them, who argue they are more healed or whole than others, further along in this journey of becoming a healthier, happier person. They assume that they aren’t as needy or broken as you and I are, and they want to help us or change us.
And so, this is this premise of our journey- we are not trying to fix each other but instead we are walking hand and hand, on common ground.
Let’s look into each other’s eyes, knowing full well we are peering into the windows one another’s soul. You and I we are unique yes, but really where it counts, we are no different.
It is my hope that you consider every revealed layer, every imperfectly painted word upon this blank-page-canvas as inspiration, an invitation to bring color and life to the hidden, often ill-received parts of yourself too. In doing so, you might be surprised, not only by what you discover, but the compassion that starts to explode from within you.
Our go-to method of meeting people is to size them up. She has big pores on her nose, creases on her forehead, and she’s too thin. Then, the rabbit trail narratives begin in our head- I wonder what she eats or how much she weighs; I wish I had her body. The lazy assumptions and dangerous judgements start to fly. Usually, we are the ones who end up on top somehow.
Any genuine love disappears.
It’s quite sad how we find a way, often subtle, to pit ourselves against one another, instead of standing in solidarity, together, as friends, as sisters, as humans with more hurts, stories, and hang-ups than any of us care to admit.
Are you ready? I hope you’re coming… I can’t wait to see what happens next!