The last two weeks, I have gone from mess to mess to mess....
In each mess, I'm learning.
So much so, that I'm having a hard time putting it into words.
Maybe because I'm still in the middle of messes.
One thing that's certain.
Every time I hear the women we work with share their word and what it means to them, I am completely honored to be a part of the process.
In the midst of all the mess, we realize we aren't alone.
We all have messes, we all have words.
When the messes and words and meanings are shared?
That's when the magic happens.
New friendships are formed, laughter is shared, and we learn from each other.
Even in the smallest thoughts shared. Maybe with some timidness, but the when words are said out loud everyone benefits.
For the next couple of weeks, I'll keep prepping, balancing, missing some marks, cleaning, making more messes and learning.
At the end of the night, when I get to look at these faces?
Worth every mess.
Linking to Paint Party Friday