#write31days | the final post | peace

It’s the 31st day of a 31 day series on the love of writing. I kind of need to wrap this up and tie a bow around it. I started this series with no clear idea of where it was going. Imagine my shock when I realized it was, once again, all about peace.

Last year, as I wrapped up my 31 day series on ANGER, I wrote

it was all about peace after all.

This year, as I’ve blathered on about pants, it’s still true. It’s still all about peace.

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3 Lessons | Wardrobe Malfunctions

If finding my writing voice is about as hard as finding the perfect pair of jeans (and as life changing), then somewhere in the world of writing and blogging, there has to be the equivalent of a wardrobe malfunction.

There is. I’ve done some thinking. I’d like to share three lessons every writer can learn from wardrobe malfunctions.

Before anything else, let’s get one thing straight –

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My Writing Pants

Way back on day one of this 31 day series for the love of writing, I told you that I almost named the series “something about pants.”

The title needs work.  Perhaps…

Write from the heart, a kick in the pants.

Just write: finding the best “fit” for your writing voice.

Words that fit.

Nope. Still needs work. I’m better at puns than I am at titles. Please don’t let my horrible titles make you miss the point, because it’s a good one.

Finding your voice as a writer is all about finding the right pair of pants.

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We Are All Hot Messes *

Last Wednesday in my ladies bible study, one of the other women casually dropped a bomb in my world.  She probably didn’t even know it wrecked me. But it did.  She said, quite simply,

when you get right down to it, we’re all hot messes.

That was it. It was in the context of a bigger discussion on housekeeping and kids and never ever feeling like we can get it all done or live up to the magazine cover perfection the world says we need to live up to. It was in the context of happily choosing to play with our children or read just one more book to a sleepy child instead of making sure the dishes are always done and the floors always vacuumed.

She was right, but I kept wanting there to be an asterisk at the end of that statement.  You know, the one that reads

*except for ME

If we’re all just hot messes, then that means I’m a hot mess too. And if I’m a hot mess then I can’t be perfect. And if I’m not perfect then… I’m a mess… and I’m vulnerable… and you might not like my mess. [Read more…]

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