“He told me about his monster. His sounded just like mine without quite so much mascara. When people shine a little light on their monster, we find out how similar most of our monsters are.” ~ Anne Lamott, Bird by Bird: Some Instructions on Writing and Life
I am a big believer in being transparent. I mean – no, don’t go around telling everyone everything all the time – but when you feel comfortable & the opportunity arises to share – then share. So many people wont, don’t, & flat out just can’t. For those of us that can, please do. Huge reasons why: We can be someone else’s voice. Someone else’s door out of something awful or into something wonderful. We can be the tears they ran out of years ago & are able to find again. Tears are cleansing & freeing. We need to cry – all of us, sometimes. We can be salve to a soul that is dry & worn & barely alive. We can be new hope to hope abandoned in years of disappointment & pain. And a cool shower in the stifling heat of adverse things they never saw coming but find themselves entrenched in anyway.
I have had my share of shame, disgust, insecurity, helplessness, misgivings, mistrust, promiscuity, self-medication, procrastination, lethargy, and on, and on. Sound familiar, at all? Life.
Really – in the end – many times our monsters are just shadows. Perspectives. Ideals. Beliefs. Lies hissed out of circumstances we never wanted or asked for.
But Truth makes us free. Love helps us fly. Hope keeps us going. Grace lifts & carries us. Mercy covers & embraces the worst of us, & gently straightens our backs when we have stooped with burden so long we are stone.
Share your monster. We all have them.
Much love y’all,