So today is such a good day! I have your friend and mine, Galit Breen of These Little Waves as my Featured Guest this week - so exciting! Galit has some wonderful stuff out on the interwebs including her monthly meme with Alison of Mama Wants This called Memories Captured among these other amazing things:
- Buy a book, fight cancer. Find out about Write for the Fight here.
- Inspire creativity in someone (young!) that you love. Find out about Pens and Paint here.
- Her writing can also be found at BlogHer, Scary Mommy, The SITS Girls among numerous other great places around the internet - you don't have to look very far to find her!
A mother of three living in the heartland, Galit is an author first and a blogger second - it shines through in her words and seeps into your soul. I have not seen another blogger that epitomizes author for me like she does. I think you will agree when you read her post she so graciously shares with us today:
I sat in my closet and cried today. It’s probably not what you think.
I was surrounded by clothes. Denims and knits and fibers that cannot be named.
Teacher clothes. Maternity Clothes. New Mom clothes.
Each one stitched to tell a worn part of my story.
After a weekend of battling my daughters over their own closet -the way it was full and messy and not what it should be- my husband ever so subtly ran his fingers through his hair and his eyes over my side of the closet and his thoughts right over my heart and said, “Maybe it’s time to tackle your clothes.”
And tackling, is exactly what it feels like I’m doing.
And so, I sat in my closet and cried today.
I placed fabric between my fingers, breathing in its familiar feel, as a single tear ran down my cheek.
“I lost ten pounds!” She says. Her smile lighting her way as she flips her long chocolate locks behind one shoulder.
I mirror her smile. How can I not? It glows from within.
“I just hope I can keep it off.” She confides. “I’m not getting rid of these jeans. Not yet.” Her light darkens.
And I get this, from my very own dark place.
I believe with every fiber of my being that you have to be willing to let go of one, in order to embrace another.
Things that don’t work, but take up time and energy and heart and being, have to be released to allow Better Goodness in.
I think this is true for jobs and relationships and roles and labels.
So in the most literal meaning of my MindHeart’s belief, I cry for these too big, somewhat ugly, not my own, but oh so very comfortable clothes.
Because them, I get. And this role of “in between sizes” and “trying to lose weight,” I also get.
It's the other side of being comfortable in my skin and loving my clothes and their fit, that's new. And new, is hard.
That's why I cried in my closet today. My tears slid freely as I place Old Fits into a Donate bag.
Mid-cry Brody slid into my lap and in his "quiet" three-ness asked, “What’s the matter, mommy?”
“I guess I’m sad to say good bye to my clothes.” I whispered.
He traced my sad. His tiny fingertips touched my cheek and my nose and my chin.
Then he said, “But there are good ones righthere," gesturing above us where my newer, better fit clothes hang neatly side by side.
And I was struck by his rightness.
Change is hard. But Better Good is rightthere, if we choose to loosen our fingertips grasps on Old, and let New in.
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See? Didn't I tell you about feeling it in your soul?
I think if you haven't already discovered Galit for yourself, you should be inclined to get to know her! Thank you Galit again for writing for me today - it means a lot to me that you decided to share with us!
You can find Galit on twitter @GalitBreen
or check out her fabulous pins on Pinterest