Things around here can get awful heady, am I right? I can write a serious game, but it doesn’t truly reflect the entirety of my life (On another note: we all know now that blogs don’t do this, right…? I’m gonna go ahead and hope that’s common knowledge by now.).
Anyway, my daily life is a pinch more ridiculous and a smidgeon less dreary than it may seem here.
Because here’s the thing that I’m learning, accepting, and loving, with the help of Whitman: I contain multitudes. I am serious and ridiculous. I love dresses but also jean cut-offs and not wearing makeup. I’ll read Mindy Kaling as quickly as I’ll read Flannery, and love sipping whiskey but daggon if I don’t love a shot of tequila. I love country living but my home is in the city, and I love being active and feeling strong, but man, I can porch-sit like you ain’t never seen.
Yes, I am woman, roaring, in my multitudes.
Shauna Niequist has written often– in her books and on all the pages of her social media– about her love of laughter. She’s a wise, winsome writer who just loves to laugh, and laugh for hours or all night long around the table. As a writer, I often think I should take myself more seriously, know more smart things, read more heavy books. But guys, I love laughing. And spending time with people to get to those times, that’s an investment.
All of this should be freeing, if you want it to be. Some of us are singularly minded, and that’s really neat and I’m gonna be honest– I’m kinda jealous. But that’s not how I was built, and I’m learning, accepting, and loving that that’s okay.