You're a Screw Up. Deal With It.

It’s around 2pm in the afternoon, and I glance down at my phone which shows a blog post I had written over two years ago had been re-tweeted from one of my followers. It had something to do with how churches are trying to be super cool, and cool churches are super irrelevant, and how we need to go back to basics, blah blah blah. You get it.

Honestly, I had completely forgotten that I had even wrote this particular blog post.

After reading said post, I quickly realized that every single thing I wrote in it was a complete contradiction on how I now view my life. I remember sitting there with this almost laughable look on my face, quietly thinking to myself, “wow dude. You really wrote that? Way to send the wrong message.”

Here’s the thing: we’re all going to write something stupid. We’re all going to to do irrevocable things that we wish we could take back. You’re going to say something that you won’t agree with later. We all make decisions based on where we are in life, what we currently invest our souls into, and what drives us to stand our ground on particular subjects.

Just know that down your life path, you’ll probably look back and think you screwed up.

That’s because you ARE a screw up. And that’s cool. Because you don’t have to be perfect to be who you are.

let me throw out this disclaimer; I’m not giving you permission to do whatever you want. This isn’t me saying “sure, go down whatever life path you want, who cares?” I’m not saying that at all. If I’m saying anything, it’s this: be yourself and who you are in that moment. Don’t hide your personality from other people. Stand up for what you believe in. Always do the right thing. Be passionate. Rise above the peer pressure of those around you, and live authentically. Force yourself to be who you really are. And when you look back on your life and the crazy things you said and did, you’ll have a smile on your face, because even though right now you might think it was an immature act, you knew you were standing on ground that you believed in.

In two years, I’m sure I’ll look back on this post, and wish I had written it differently.

That’s because I’m a screw up. And so are you.

And that’s perfectly okay.

Be a screw up.

It’s better that way.