There’s a patch of soil between our parking lot and our building. Dead leaves from last fall and twigs and even a little trash cover it like a blanket.
This place is far from ideal for a flower to grow. And yet.
And yet, among the leaves and twigs and who-knows-what, the glorious collection of flowers has grown. Its surroundings and circumstances didn’t matter. These yellow lilies are all the more beautiful, perhaps, because they are unanticipated and unexpected in this ground. The lilies didn’t wait; they are beautiful today.
What am I waiting for?
This fear creeps in when I glance in the mirror. (You too?) In the desperation of the everyday, we women question.
Am I . . .
When the answer is anything but yes, we force ourselves into the waiting game. We’re pressing pause on our lives. We’re waiting, halting, stopping.
Today, I am forced to ask myself: waiting for what?
Waiting for . . . my waist to get skinnier . . . my boobs to get bigger . . . my skin to get clearer . . . my makeup skills to get better . . . my curls to get bouncier . . . my abs to get flatter . . . my ___ to get ___.
If we’re being honest, we’re waiting for perfect.
And I realize, in a fit of rage and realization, that I am waiting my life away. What would life look like – and how could the world change – if I lived today like I was my most beautiful?
And in our waiting, we are missing. When I embrace what is wrong about me, I cannot embrace what is right about me.
Today, I am a treasure. Today, you are a treasure.
What if I lived life like a fearfully and wonderfully made creation? What if I carried myself well because I’m a treasure, not because I’m faking the confidence and I’m just acting the part? What if I stopped waiting and started living?
What if I stopped waiting and started treasuring, loving, celebrating who I am today?
Beautiful because you have a purpose. Beautiful because you have meaning. Beautiful because you play a role. Beautiful because you are — we are — alive.
Stop waiting for beautiful. Start living, Beautiful, today.