You know that girl who rocks the messy bun so effortlessly and you can’t get yours to look like that if you paid a professional stylist?? Well, here’s the thing I’ve realized…some people wear messiness really well.
Yesterday, I didn’t wear it too well. It was one of those days that no matter how much I prayed, no matter how hard I tried to let go of the anxious thoughts that flooded my head, no matter what someone said, I was feeling overwhelmingly overwhelmed. I went to HomeGoods to finalize some Christmas shopping, but this trip was anything but merry. As I turned the corner, I accidentally bumped into a cart and the lady (aka Scrooge) looked over completely irritated, said nothing and continued on. Now, usually this stuff doesn’t bother me. I am very aware of people trying to steal my joy and 9 out of 10 times; I can brush it off and move on.
Not this time.
Out of nowhere, I started to feel my heart beating faster and my chest was pounding. From the outside, I looked calm, but inside, I was drowning and lost all control of my mind. I had to leave the store and when I got in the car, I broke down. Completely lost it. Panic 1, Katie 0.
Which got me thinking.
We have NO idea what people are going through on the inside. None. Someone can look perfectly fine, going to work, raising the kids, doing errands, but you never know what’s going on in their life- and here’s the thing…EVERYONE has something going on deep down. It’s actually amazing what the average person is carrying around each day, but we don’t typically think about that…but maybe we should.
Not in a depressing way, where we always walk around thinking of horrific things, but more in a compassionate way, where we always assume someone needs a little extra dash of kindness in their life.
I often think about my drive to the hospital on the 27th. What if there is a ton of traffic and we have to start rushing to make it there on time and we accidentally cut someone off or don’t wave when someone let’s us merge because my mind is in a completely different place? When these things happen, we tend to automatically assume people are rude or just a jackass in general.
Well, what if that annoyed person knew we were on way to bringing our daughter for a major surgery that involves a 5 night stay and over 80 stitches on her skull? Think they’d get so angry?
They’d most likely show compassion and empathy. So my question is, “Why does it take knowing a story to show compassion?” Reality is, EVERYONE has as story. We all know that at some point, everyone will feel fear, doubt, anxiety, grief or chaos. You just don’t know which day that will be.
What if we could always assume positive intent? What if we didn’t think automatically that everyone was rude or inconsiderate? What if today was the worst day of their life and they were simply “out of it”?
We don’t wear signs on our neck saying, “this is my story”, but we do wear invisible signs that say, I want to just be appreciated and respected.
You’ve most likely heard the quote, “Be kind because everyone you meet is fighting a great battle.” Not only is that true, but someone out there always has a worse battle than you. Always.
So, the next time you see someone who upsets you, cuts you off, is frustrating, bumps your shopping cart accidentally….stop and take a deep breath and remember they too are probably fighting something inside.
Treat everyone as if they are just about to drop their daughter off for a 5 hour surgery…even if the bun in their hair looks perfect.
Sweet Gabriella, right now our life is messier than usual and I’m having a hard time coping from time to time, but I think God gave you this life because you are strong enough to live it. One step, one breathe, one day, one messy bun at a time. We’ve got this.