one thing that we are not always modeled, growing up. is how to wear garments of truth. we're constantly socialized to keep ourselves together, not to bring drama outside the house, to keep the dirty laundry where nobody can see it and definitely to know boundaries with respect to how much to share.
i could say lots of things to illustrate the fact that i believe, being broken, human and vulnerable is underrated. it is to be respected and accepted. not often do people own up to their insufficiencies with sheer acknowledgment that life is simply hard, uncomfortable, out of our own control. so often, we hear excuses about why this thing and that person kept us from getting done, what needed to be done.
my english teacher has recently alluded to the fact that life outside of school is hard, she's sorry for not having more of our papers graded and returned to us, but please grant her a bit more time as she resolves situations and can catch up with our stuff. this could be instantly judged as improper, unprofessional, etc. but i think that what this class is really teaching me, as we read essays and work on compositions pertaining to american identity, is that being truth is love. unveiling real, even at cost, is a gift in our society of airbrushed models and facebook status'.
this is my invitation, hopefully recollected to self, as needed as well as to you-- please, know that it's okay to be broken. and it's a beautiful display of grace and a good learning experience for those around you to be aware of imperfection as well.
i'm not really sure where this came from, i was just in awe of my professor's sheer honesty. less than embraced by the whole of culture, but i love it. she's taught me a lot today.
on a lighter note, my friend, joe shearer wrote a stellar review of the last iukahouse show. Check it out HERE.
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