Getting Real

We are most fascinated what we are often afraid of being: Real.

Because Real is not always pretty.

It’s not always finished.

It’s not always ready.

It’s not always what is expected, accepted

predicted,
loved or
kind.

Real is crying in a pile of dirty laundry.

It’s up at 4am thinking about all the cruel things said and the things that could have been.

It’s throwing up from too-much and not-enough.

When we cover it up, it’s the stuff that rusts.

Real is what is happening right now.

Inside-outside-between

Where does it come from?
How is it created?
Who is responsible?

Get Real.