Tiny Burning Embers: In light of MLK day and January 20th
Today I was working on putting together something I've regularly done here on Grace + Guts, my weekly favorites, where I highlight things that I've got my heart set on, things I'm being sponsored to show you, things I've recently been using and find lovely and divine.
Tonight, Well...pish posh as my late grandmother would say.
How false this facade is, how so materialistic. And it's so hard not to be succumbed by all of the popularity that comes with it all. All through high school, I was the girl who hid in the library or my schools ceramic studio, trying at all costs to be hidden but dying to be popular. I never made it to the top. I remained the art writer girl with really good grades but who was too socially awkward to make it anywhere on that popularity scale.
We Google what we don't know, and believe the rest from word of mouth. We look at what others are wearing (getting paid to show you those things) and we buy into it...we literally buy it. And it's all jolly good and well here and there, but for it to dictate and determine how we portray ourselves, it's saddening. To let other's guide you into something.
On the end of the MLK day, I can't help but feel inspired, empowered. This week, especially, I need this sort of fiery strength. I believe we all do. In church yesterday, we started a series on the book of Acts, something I needed to hear. That we are people of power, strength and possibility. Nothing, not a single person, can hold us back if we only believe in the strength that strengthens us. That though we may not know the plan ahead...there has been one laid out for us.
In six months I am moving to a city where I know literally zero people. I am becoming a very small fish in a rather large pond. And besides my excitement for my husband and his wildly fantastic new job and the possibility of running into Cheryl Strayed being upped by like 100, I'm feeling a little more than belittled. I have always been a sort of "ball buster" pushing the line, fighting, yet, held back by my own unpopular insecurities. And right now, I'm fighting fog...the unknown. I do not know the plan that is up ahead of me...and for someone who likes control and order...this is really a disheartening feeling.
But today, tonight. There is a smidgen of hope in me. Burning embers scattered across my heart. The question of "yes...but what if" is what I lived each day by. Open to the possibility of absolutely anything. I always told my mom from the time I was very small that I wanted to see the world and change it. So I am opening up my everything tonight to the possibility of Yes! But what if.
I will no longer fill your feeds with products and gizmo's unless I fully believe in it, whether I'm being paid for it or not. I will not always post perfect photoshoots. I am a PNW girl at heart, and a mother for life. I am a jack of trades unable to decide between writing, art and photography...so I refuse to. I'm still socially awkward and have every hope of your love and support, but have no necessity need for it either. I'm am, as they say, constantly inconsistent. I started my 365-day challenge simply because I wanted to secure who I was...and it is doing just that (with the help of Hans Zimmer of course...as he is the soundtrack to my life.)
Let us find love and respect for one another this week. Empowering our fellow neighbors in all their ambitions and let us move forward with or without the support of central and head government. For We Are The People. The very strong people...who can do anything.
And we mustnt ever forget this.
As Always and Forever.