readiness is a myth.

I’m coming to terms with the fact that readiness is an extension of perfectionism. It’s this idea that we have to arrive at an ideal version of ourselves before we feel prepared for life and for life to truly begin. But life doesn’t work that way. Life can send you the love of your life right in the middle of you feeling like a hot mess. You don’t feel “ready” to your standard of readiness, but clearly, God sees us fit for the things He blesses us with. We don’t have to have it figured out all the way because we’ll figure it out on the way.  

I’ve had trouble accepting and embracing that life is sloppy and messy and that it doesn’t have to be perfectly put together in order for it to feel good. Life is rarely ever the problem. It’s the expectations that I place on life that cause me the most hurt. A lot of things aren’t/weren’t what I thought they would be, which leads me to believe that life isn’t supposed to be expected, it’s supposed to be experienced.