Just a Blip

About a year ago, I decided to be fully myself.

And as alarming as this has probably been to several people in my respective circles, I’m not ashamed of it.

I’m finally free.

It used to be I was hyper aware of everything about me. The way I looked, the way I talked, the fact that my eyes were looking at someone else’s eyes and then I’d start to wonder if I stared at them too long if I’d accidentally switch bodies with them and have to live out life like that recurring nightmare I had as a child watching too many episodes of Quantum Leap.

You know, girl stuff.

But now, I’m fully living out the fact that Christ died for me, this moment is just a blip, and even when I say weird things, people seem to actually like it to some extent, even if only because they’re just relieved they weren’t the ones that said it.

You’re welcome, world.

So, I guess I’m just encouraging those of us who’d rather wear the masks than step into the beautiful souls God created us to be.

Just let them go. Put them down. Stop playing the “perfect” game and take a good look around you.

We’re all a mess. We all need grace. And we all need to actually look each other in the eye from time to time.

But not too long (for obvious reasons).