Sunday, June 3, 2012
A beautiful mess
So here I am. Searching. Hiding. Running. Looking for more of me. Who is she? Is she beautiful? Is she playful? Is she deep or shallow? Sensative or strong? Or maybe all of those at once. I really don't know. How does one define themselves? Wife, Mom, daughter, friend, lover, artist. So many hats to wear. That I am proud to wear and that I am fighting to take off. Most days I hang ME at the door. Why? Why can't I be all of me. I seem to struggle with being me, Angela. A daughter and big sister. Those were some off my first hats that I assumed proudly. I have displayed a numerous amount of hats over the years. Some I have placed on my head and others have been given or expected of me to wear. Recently I have begun to question these hats that I wear. In trying to find the ones that fit or are to spacious for me to pull off. The ones that God himself gave me to feature through this life. One hat is caved in on itself, laying underneath another that is so tatter it almost can't endure anymore wear, beside a hat that looks so new and few have seen. Tags still displayed on top. But they all remain at my feet. A beautiful mess. My life. A beautiful mess.
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