static

i always heard that taking your advice was always the hardest,
but i never really understood that concept until tonight.
you know that pressure where you have to be strong?
you know,
that spiritual strong that they talk about?
because you're now the relief society president?
because if you admit the fact that you are in fact weak,
everything will fall apart?

the name of this blog is from this song.
and i feel kind of hypocritical because i haven't been taking the advice that it gives.
but it's true,
our stitches get torn apart sometimes,
and those threads that hold us together look a little tainted after you come out of it.
but at the end of the day,
those minuscule details that really only you can see make a tapestry;
woven with experiences so personal that you can help but feel protective of it.

you've got to hold your own,
know your name,
and go your own way.

everything will be fine.

are the details in the fabric
all the things that make you panic?
all your thoughts results of static cling?