Just Be You

Do people really have it together or do they just do it differently than you? What makes someone put together? What is the recipe and why do we compare ourselves to others? Just because that person got up at 5 am, took a jog, cooked and cleaned all before 7 am doesn’t mean they’re more together than you. Maybe those people are naturally early risers and they go to bed by 8 pm. Guess what you can wake up at noon and still get things done and be productive and then go to bed at 2 am, who makes the rules? One isn’t better than the other because it’s more mainstream or more acceptable.

Maybe you do things in stages and not all at once and that’s okay too. Stop policing yourself based on others. Accept yourself and love yourself and be who you are in all your glorious weirdness and quirks. I am not the get-up and make breakfast kind of woman. Occasionally I do it but mostly I don’t. I spent years being way too hard on myself because I felt less than for doing things differently or not doing them at all. I have chocolate for breakfast or even cake because I can. I eat in the living room. I drink soda all day and curse like a sailor and it’s okay. I am no June Cleaver but more like Peggy Bundy and Roseanne Barr and I like it plenty that way.

Be yourself, embrace it and let others’ opinions go. The sooner you accept your differences as being just different, not worse or better than, the happier you will be. Wake up when you wake up and be so perfectly and weirdly you.

Published by izzysconfessions

I was born and raised in the smallest of towns in Southwest Virginia. A town that is extraordinarily active, yet a town that is like it's very own little mini Bible belt. My dad was Baptist, my mom pentecostal, and I'm paranormal. I would venture to say it is somewhat of a family trait. One that is met with equal acceptance and curiosity as much as it is met with skepticism. Individually and collectively so much has been experienced and witnessed at times to such a degree that one might wonder how on earth there is room for doubt. I dont have all the answers, I do not have it all figured out. Im as human as everyone else relying heavily many mornings on a lot of coffee and a little Jesus. In fact, I can't decide what I want for dinner most days. One constant is I cannot go a single day without chocolate. Pour a cup of coffee, or a little tea and whiskey and join me in my confessions of a haunted freak.

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