As I sat in my new apartment with a glass of wine and my overly priced candles burning following my dinner that was actually a balanced meal cooked by yours truly, this question popped into my mind. Not because I’m doing an amazing job of acting like I have my life together tonight, but because there is no way in hell anyone on this planet actually has their shit 100% handled. For example, it might sound like I’m “adulting” the right way based on what I just told you about my night, but realistically I’m pretty sure I burned the pasta I made and I narrowly avoided setting my hair on fire while cooking said pasta.
Except for maybe Anna Wintour or some other super human, looking at you Beyoncé, the rest of us are just competing to see who can look as put together as possible. Fake it until you make it people, that’s the motto. In case you’re doubting me, let’s reference Bad Moms. Someone out there wrote an entire screenplay on how motherhood isn’t about having your shit together, in fact it’s about the opposite. I have yet to see this movie and even though I’m not a mother, I have a feeling I’ll be able to relate.
For me, it seems that for every day where I actually feel like I have it all together, as in making my bed in the morning, making sure the laundry is done, eating dinner that I made using an actual recipe and not just the side of the mac ‘n cheese box, there are even more days where I wonder how in the hell my parents feel confident in my ability to live out on my own.
I guess you could blame this on my age, I’m 22 and just starting to figure out what it truly means to adult. I just moved into my first apartment and am working my first corporate job, so I shouldn’t really have it all together. But then I question that thought because I know plenty of people years ahead of me who are even more of a shit show than I am. And while I think one of the best things you can do to keep yourself stressed free is to be organized and on top of your responsibilities, I don’t think is about how perfectly planned out everything is. Its a cliche but some of the best things in life are *shockingly* spontaneous or unplanned. At the end of the day, life is supposed to be an organized chaos.
So next time you’re getting down on yourself for not having it all together, take a moment to admire the messiness of life, especially your own. Laugh at yourself during those complete “WTF am I doing with myself” instances and feel accomplished when everything goes according to plan, but don’t assume that life needs to be lived one way or another. After all, its hardly black or white, rather we just exist in shades of grey.