Sunday, November 27, 2011

Crash! Bam! *Shatter*

You know, I just think things are so much better when they are broken.

For Example:
Broken cookies = No calories
Broken ceramics = Awesome mosaic
Broken tree branches = Bon fire (translation: HELLOOOOO S'MORES)
Broken Kit Kat bars... (gimme a break!)

I've been on Fall Break this past week and I've had the chance to just sloooooow down a bit and I came to the conclusion that life is so much better when it's broken. What I mean by 'broken' doesn't translate into a break down of structure, but rather the acceptance of imperfection and the acknowledgement of that it's impossible to complete EVERYTHING that I want to do that's important to me.

This might sound awful at first, but it's pretty awesome once you sit down and think about it. Here is my theory:

I can't complete everything that I want to do currently. But I don't think it's impossible to do everything that's important in someone's life.

Confused?

Bottom line-
I have too many things that are fighting for priority. I'm uncounciously trying to be super woman, WHO IN THE WORLD WANTS TO BE SUPER WOMAN?!? No thank you.

I sat and thought over the past few days about what is really important to me. After I cut through the crap I realized that my family is first, second, third, and fourth priority to me. When I think of life's distractions, I think of the obvious ones like media, morals, social norms shifting to extremes, etc. but I've been blind to the other things that are 'good' things but distract me from doing 'great' things.

Even as I write this I find myself still clinging to those 'good' things like school and grades. It's important to do well in school and to get my degree, but holy moly I'd be lying if I said that it wasn't taking priority right now and that honestly seems so backwards to me.

I'm glad for breaks in life. They give me clarity as to the imporant and not-so-important things. Things break, tension is released, and priorities are brought into clearer focus.

It's great.

I love broken things.