From Erasers to Happiness

I have spent a lifetime trying to fix.  

Fix the problem.

Fix the mistake.

Fix me.

I wanted to fix with an eraser,

Make the unhealed, nasty, and messy stories disappear.

Erase the hurt and raw emotions.

Clear the page.

It was a chase for perfection.

A race away from 

Authenticity,

happiness, 

peace.

I started believing in my ability to turn the things that knocked me down,

The suffering, the shit storms, the mistakes

Into resilience.

I needed to trust my get up and put the eraser down.

Pick up a marker.

Create a bold, thick statement I couldn’t erase.

Because I didn’t need to fix me.

Live on the path I wasn’t planning on taking.

It wasn’t all bad. Or all good.  

But I found my strength, my resilience, my smile.

And I am not erasing that.

What have you been trying to fix? Everything you have been through brought you here, the imperfection perfectly placed so you could get up and move forward. What if you made a bold exclamation point instead of trying to erase the imperfections? Emphasize what makes you YOU.  

Normalize 

putting down the eraser 

being imperfect

being happy as YOU.

What do you need to stop trying to fix?

Much love,

Leanne

p.s. this is your safe space, eraser-free zone and conversation corner.