Celebration 2: I'm A Mess - Release Shame And Self-Blame

For the moments when your life, mind, emotions, or choices feel like a complete mess, this celebration offers relief from the voice that says you should have it together. You are not a problem to solve before you are worthy of joy. A direct message, original music, and embodied movement help soften self-blame, release shame, and make room for the gloriously human person underneath the performance. Nothing has to be cleaned up before you begin.

Transcript

I'm a mess. Shame and blame. When my mind and my emotions get the best of me. When the exterior is a mess. When my interior is a mess. I'm unfinished. I'm failing. I feel awkward. I feel imperfect. My movements. My dancing. My celebrating. Oh, What if I do it wrong? What if I say the wrong thing? I'm a mess. Ha ha ha ha. Perfect. Releasing shame and blame is about the full acceptance. Being a mess. The fact that you chose to be alive means it's gonna get messy. Thank you. Yes. Say yes to the mess. Say thank you for the thought processes and emotions that come along with it. It's a beautiful experience. Say yes. Where's my phone? Oh It's in my hand. No, Not yet. I said not yet. The entire mission Toast is smoking phones at 2% Keys are missing, There goes my confidence Together. But we might be here forever I brought the whole mess with me, Dropped it right here on the floor It started moving without asking what I was apologizing for Nothing matches, Nothing's ready, Nothing happened like I planned But look at that, The mess can dance The Masked Dancer Too soon, Too late, Too late, Wrong foot, Looks great, Mix a beat, Lose your place, Make that face Make that face The mask and dance. I'm finished Now they're all arriving helpful as always some days. I'm a revelation some days I'm a grocery list some days. I walk into the kitchen and forget why I exist I've got wisdom in the morning by noon I'm losing my mind a masterpiece from one direction a yard sale from behind I could wait until I'm graceful until every piece belongs Or I could bring the crooked pieces and let them ruin this song With me What I was apologizing for Nothing matches, Nothing's ready Nothing happened like I planned But look at that, The mess condensed The Masked Dancer The Masked Dancer Too soon, Too late, Too late Wrong foot, Looks great Turn left, No right, Never mind Hold tight, All elbows, No shame The mess can dance. I had a plan. Was that it? Okay, Do that again That's mine. Wrong foot, Look straight ahead The mess can dance All elbows, No shame, Forgot You did it anyway Ask him that! Yeah! Waiting for. . . Nothing matches, Nothing's ready, Nothing happened like we planned. Thank God for that. Put my skin down. Bring me the mask and death. Bring the part you tried to hide It doesn't have to leave to come. The mask and death. Yes! YES! Yes yes yes yes yes Celebrate the mess. Ha! It's time to release the shame and the blame. For being human. For screwing it up because we get to put it back together whenever we want. Nice work. Great celebration. I'll see you at the next one.

Reviews

😄so much fun

This is too funny there was an insect flying by the camera a few times, couldn’t of planned it better! Love the MESS!