A sweet friend once told me, “I feel so much better about my parenting after spending time with you.” Ummm…thank you?
Two interpretations came to mind:
- I was failing miserably and setting the bar really low.
- In spite of my struggles, I encouraged her by being authentic and full of hope.
As an unabashed optimist I chose to believe the second one.
Raising children is teaching me that tidy edges do not exist. Crisp lines and perfect hems? I doubt it. Life is messy. Me. Him. Them. Us. Accepting that makes it so much easier.
I am trying to embrace life with frayed edges and exposure. It fits me. Striving to be less frayed would be uncomfortable and inauthentic.
And I am trying not to be frayed and raw with my people at home but polished and perfect for the world. I struggle with the tension of this. Maybe you do too?
Why the name Lightly Frayed?
My first choice of a blog name was Frayed but Unafraid. But when I went to buy the domain, and smushed the words together, I could only see tuna.
You see it too, right? I don’t even like tuna. Just. Couldn’t. Do. It. And maybe the reality is that we can be Frayed and Afraid and still live our best life.
My desire is that my coping strategy (humour) will help lighten the load of other women needing encouragement. So I landed on (drum roll….) Lightly Frayed. Frayed enough to be accessible and real. Light enough to be a place of hope and humour. Even when life unravels.
I present version 752 of a blog name I hope will be welcoming, memorable and easier to spell than Karen Gauvreau.
Get comfortable and stay as long as you’d like.