Let me tell you something about messes: they don’t scare me.
You see, there’s a special kind of magic that happens when you stop chasing perfection and start building a life you actually want. Not a Pinterest-perfect porch swing fantasy, but a home that smells like soup on the stove, soil under your nails, and sage smoke in the corners. A life with dents in the floor and stories in the walls. A life that lives back.
I didn’t stumble into this chaos, I chose it.
I planted it, pruned it, screamed at it, and danced with it.
We built this beautiful, holy mess with bare hands and bold decisions.
The truth is, grit is underrated. Grit is what shows up when you’ve cried on the kitchen floor, wiped your face with a dish towel, and got up to finish dinner anyway. Grit is what helps you face a to-do list longer than your grocery receipts and still find time to plant marigolds in the front yard because color matters, dammit!
Wisdom? That’s been earned.
Not from textbooks or tidy little Instagram quotes, but from losing things I thought I couldn’t live without, and finding out I was the thing I needed all along.
And sass? Oh honey, the sass is survival. It’s the sparkle in my eye when someone tells me I’m “doing too much.” It’s the raised eyebrow when the world tries to shrink me. It’s the comeback (not like Will Smith though 🤦🏻♀️), I whisper to myself when no one’s clapping, but I keep going anyway.
So yeah.
Bless this mess.
I built it with intention, with fire, with love, and a little bit of spite.
And no, it’s not tidy.
But it’s mine.
And it’s damn beautiful!
Yard 2 Yield! 