Okay, serious question. Have you ever tried to fold a fitted sheet? You know, those sheets that go

over your mattress that have like the curved, you know, kind of things. I mean, have you ever really

tried? You know what I'm talking about. That awkward dance, we're trying to match the corner

to corner, but somehow end up with this lumpy bundle that

looks nothing like the neat rectangle that you were aiming for.

And no matter how many YouTube tutorials you watch, and trust me, I have, it still comes

out looking like you just crumpled it up and called it a day.

Well, you know what's interesting?

That messy, imperfect bundle of sheet, believe it or not, it tells the story.

It tells the story of nights spent dreaming of morning sunlight filtering through your windows.

Oh, best time of day.

Or just the comfort of crawling into bed after a long day.

It's actually early morning right now.

It's really overcast and I would love nothing more than just to crawl back

into bed. But even in this sheet's wrinkles and uneven folds, there's life. It's real. It's authentic.

And this sheet is part of a story that's so layered.

I mean, let's be honest, have you ever heard anyone romanticize a fitted sheet as much as I just did?

But this really got me thinking about how often we try to smooth out all of the wrinkles in our lives.

To fold everything into perfect corners in these neat edges.

But what if, what if, and stay with me here, what if the messy parts, the uneven folds,

the wringled edges of our lives, what if they're not flaws to be fixed?

But what if they are rather the very things that make our story worth telling? Today we're going to explore what I like to call the beautiful mess

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