The Single Woman’s Dash of Sass: Why the Most Beautiful Flowers Have Cracked Pots!
Quote of the Day:
God’s light shines greater through “cracked pots” than it does through those who have it all together. ~Joyce Meyer
The Single Woman Says:
I’m messy. Disorganized. I turn into a control freak at times, and I don’t like doing anything without making a plan first. I watch WAY too much Netflix. I eat peanut butter straight from the jar. I get passionate about stuff that I believe in…so passionate that I often spout off my big mouth without thinking about it. I live from my heart and let my head catch up later. And I fall down…I get my heart broken…people hurt me…I hurt them…and it all comes out in the wash; the wash being my tweets and my column. My life and the events that I experience are the only canvas I have to paint from. I won’t apologize for that. To censor myself or my message in order to avoid stepping on the toes of others is not my style.
I think, though, that in the midst of all of this imperfection…I have found a way to translate every messy little bit of the single life into something really, really good. And I think that you can do the same thing, with whatever your cracks or flaws happen to be. The truth is – life is messy. You’re going to get your fingernails a little dirty. If you don’t, you’re probably not doing it right. Your best intentions are sometimes not going to be good enough. You’re going to be alone – often. You’re going to be betrayed. You’re going to lose friends, and relationships, and opportunities. You’re going to cry. And cracks are going to begin to form in the flower pot of your life. But instead of letting your life force, your soul, your self worth flow OUT of the cracks…allow the light of God to flow IN. Allow your life to remove things and people to make room for NEW things and people. Allow your heart not to grow smaller and embittered and hardened by tough times and letdowns, but to grow stronger at the broken places. And most of all…be honest about your story. Leave nothing out. The mistakes. The regrets. The fears. The disappointments. Every sentence of your imperfect story gives someone else the courage to live their life a little more loudly. A little more bravely. And a little more unapologetically. Why? Because the most beautiful flowers on earth are those that find a way to grow and flourish, even in a cracked pot.