Thoughts on the value of NOT holding it together

I was driving to work this morning (later than I'd planned, because I apparently can only hold it together for like 4 days in a row before completely collapsing), and maybe 10 cars ahead of me on the freeway there was a pick up truck with a pile of stuff in the truck bed. I watched as two pillows flew out of the back of the truck and landed on the freeway. "Bummer, that sucks," I thought. The first car swerved around them, but the second car drove right through them. And they exploded into an enormous cloud of feathers. And then as every car drove through, this cloud would get churned up again.

It was such an unexpected moment of joy and magic and surrealism. Driving through a cloud of white feathers on an otherwise completely uninteresting commute to work shocked me right out of my glassy-eyed, hunched shoulders drive. I actually laughed aloud in my car because it was so unexpected and so playful.

And then I got to thinking about how we all spend our days trying so hard to "hold it together." But what if there's something important and joyous that happens in the breaking? What if all we're doing while we're white knuckling it through our lives, thinking that's what we need to do, is keeping the magic in?

I, for one, would love to live in a world that has a little bit more magic and joy and authenticity in it. So maybe if we let ourselves fall apart a little bit, we'll actually be filling the world with more beauty and magic. And that seems a lot better than trying to hold everything in.

I hope you let a little bit of magic out today ❤️